How can she not see that I’m hurting? The shower has become my safe haven because her arms are like ice. They hurt when they hold me. My shower welcomes me with warm arms until my pain is gone. But how do I tell her that her touch has become more torture than pleasure? I don’t know. I love her more than anything. And I don’t want to give up. But my body, soul, and spirit can only take so much.
I wonder if anyone is ever worried about me, if anyone is ever scared I’ll never wake up again. I wonder if someone ever thinks of me, if my day is going okay or if I’ve smiled any. I wonder if anyone hopes I’m okay, if anyone ever thinks I’m wonderful. But, I doubt they do because, well, look at me, I’m nothing special.
(Source: everythings--gonna-be--alright, via ohmysheek)
