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1.

This house is a prison. I don't know what to say next.

My Mother's the warden. Weird right?

I wish I knew what having a real Mom was like. Is it like those moments where she offers to hug me or buy me a pair of jeans?
It can't be anything like when she talks to me. Because if it was, why would anyone, ever, love their Mothers?

And why should I love mine?

I sort of want to know

what it's like.

and this is when I start to feel all alone.

3.

It felt like thirty thousand needles, stabbing

stabbing

stabbing

into my bone, one by one. and I said it's for you, it's for you because I don't have anyone else. I don't have anyone.

and that's why it's there.

i didn't say
what needed to be said. that i got it in case you left me. that i got it in case i left you. that i got it because
there are only a handful of people in this world who will give you anything and never ask for it back and that was you and i am very afraid that i will tear you down
much like how

everyone else does.

5.

i told you i loved you, but the truth is
that i'm really quite scared. because i said awhile back that nobody breaks my heart, and
it's true.

almost like i don't have one.

so if i love you

and don't have a heart,

then what the hell am i supposed to give you?

is there anything you can have?

is there anything left to give?

7.

it's one of those nights where i just feel alone inside my ribs and my eyes sink into my skull and i wonder if it's my mom's fault that they do that. because she makes me tired and stressed and sad. like my walls are made of broken teeth and my door is made of iron maidens that tell me i won't ever find love.

i want you to

love me.

9.

i'm going to cut off all my hair again

and tell every else

to fuck off.

because in the end, that's all anyone ever does.

fuck off.

0.

i really just want to be loved

and sometimes i think that's too much to ask.

am i more than you bargained for?

.

i was born alone.

Description
1.

This house is a prison. I don't know what to say next.

My Mother's the warden. Weird right?

I wish I knew what having a real Mom was like. Is it like those moments where she offers to hug me or buy me a pair of jeans?
It can't be anything like when she talks to me. Because if it was, why would anyone, ever, love their Mothers?

And why should I love mine?

I sort of want to know

what it's like.

and this is when I start to feel all alone.

3.

It felt like thirty thousand needles, stabbing

stabbing

stabbing

into my bone, one by one. and I said it's for you, it's for you because I don't have anyone else. I don't have anyone.

and that's why it's there.

i didn't say
what needed to be said. that i got it in case you left me. that i got it in case i left you. that i got it because
there are only a handful of people in this world who will give you anything and never ask for it back and that was you and i am very afraid that i will tear you down
much like how

everyone else does.

5.

i told you i loved you, but the truth is
that i'm really quite scared. because i said awhile back that nobody breaks my heart, and
it's true.

almost like i don't have one.

so if i love you

and don't have a heart,

then what the hell am i supposed to give you?

is there anything you can have?

is there anything left to give?

7.

it's one of those nights where i just feel alone inside my ribs and my eyes sink into my skull and i wonder if it's my mom's fault that they do that. because she makes me tired and stressed and sad. like my walls are made of broken teeth and my door is made of iron maidens that tell me i won't ever find love.

i want you to

love me.

9.

i'm going to cut off all my hair again

and tell every else

to fuck off.

because in the end, that's all anyone ever does.

fuck off.

0.

i really just want to be loved

and sometimes i think that's too much to ask.

am i more than you bargained for?

.

i was born alone.