Hours pass and she still counts the minutes
That I am not there
I swear I didn’t mean for it to feel like this
Like every inch of me is bruised
I really wish people would stop treating me like a child, and stop thinking of me that way. When it comes down to it, I get done what needs to be done. Fuck you. You don’t know me.
People who tell me I need to do this and that, when they haven’t even done so themselves, are the worst kinds of people.