What is it about me.
Why do I fuck up everything.
It seems like I make a better choice
But everytime its the same thing.
They leave and I'm left to think about what I did wrong
Like what is it about me
What makes everyone leave me
What makes everyone not care about me
When I care so much for them.
I feel like I care way more than everyone else.
I just want to be wanted.
I want someone to finally stay long enough
Long enough to notice little things I do.
Long enough to know me and what I want without saying it.
Long enough to finally love me for all of me.
Long enough to see my great traits outweigh my many flaws.
Long enough that I can finally know they wont leave.
Long enough I know I'll live if not in their life, then in their memories forever.
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Thoughts Of A Broken Girl
PoetryWARNING this is my safe-space. Please understand I've written these over years. Im not a freshman in high-school anymore so I like to think it gets less cringe. But welcome to my mind.
