Don't leave.
That's all I asked, the childlike innocence in my little voice.
I was scared of abandonment.
But life killed my heart.
Don't make me go.
I don't want to be new again, too many times to count.
Being new, being killed inside.
Don't let them hurt me.
Don't let them push and tease, or point and laugh.
I don't want to be objectified.
Don't let me hurt them.
I am a monster, I can't stop hurting everyone around me.
Protect them from me, every tear rips me apart.
Let them be safe.
Please let them come back.
Every loss, every person gone takes a piece of my sanity with them.
What do I have left.
Not my heart, not my mind, not my humanity.
Nothing.
