HARMS

I don’t want to change who I am, but I feel that it becoming my only option. As a sweet kind individual, people treat me like shit. And I am alone and empty. And in a constant cycle of hurt. Maybe if I become a selfish bitch, people will like me.

Everybody has somebody that is their go to person. Their #1.... whether it be a best friend, a significant other, a sibling, a relative... what about me? No one has me.

It’s crazy that I can sit in my room, heart heavy, warm tears running down my face... while other people in the outside world don’t know, and haven’t thought twice about me.

I don’t think I’ll ever be ok. And that is not ok.

I bet at my funeral, many people will say that they loved me and wished that they would’ve been there for me. But right now, before I am dead, no one will take that step to make sure I am okay. No one.