Seventh

It's so loud out here. There's screaming, there's crashing and banging. Earsplitting thunder.
And yet no one is saying anything at all.
I guess I'm sort of depressing. Too many thoughts I suppose. Too many ideas smashing around inside my skull, too many fears.

Someone just make it better. Please, please just come and pick me up off my feet, and make me stop crying. Help me feel loved. I'm so tired of feeling so alone.

It doesn't need to be someone dramatic. Or insecure, or scared. All of the above. He ruined me. I'm too ruined to be torn apart again.

I never thought I'd be the girl to need someone all the time. I'm not sure I am. I just feel so lost right now. So out of touch with everything. And it's all the time.

You have to come to me. I can't find you on my own. I'm too exhausted, broken. And I can't ask you for help. I can't know you're helping me. I'm too proud, I know that about myself.

As sick and stupid as it is, I wish it was you. I wish you were still here. I wish we were still here. Because I love you. I wish I didn't, you don't deserve it, but I do.

Love you like I've never loved another.
Love you like I'll never love another again.
And it kills me everyday,
because nothing I do lets me forget you.

"Careful with the Rose, she knows every word in every scene. Oh please, be good to me."