Why do you hate me...?
A girl wonders the cold streets of her home town in a sweater, night hath befalling the streets. Her short brown hair messy and her face paled from crying, the question runs though her head again and again...
Why..?
Hate...?
Please come back... why do you hate me...?
Her heart sinks lower and lower as she sits under her ones warm tree, and runs her fingers over the initials that she had carved. T.G. she whimpers as she sits down and lets the tears run freely down her face.
I LOVED YOU! i ******** OVED YOU! WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME!?
She screams. over and over till she hears someone yell, afraid and confused, unable to hear the words, she shuts up and the tears stop briefly. After a while she again whimpers and starts to cry while whispering all the words in her head.
I should die... I'm worthless, not pretty and not smart enough to please you... I can't even figure out why you hate me I'm so horrible. I love you... I love you so much! please take me back.. I'll do anything... anything...
She was stopped by a hard smack on the face, she blinked repeatedly before her tears fell from her eye's reliving her blurred vision. There stood her heart and sole the man she pined over. she grabed her chest, and whimpered.
Why? What have I done?
Pulling her up he hugged her. Rubbing the back of her head. She knew oh she knew about that other but allowed herself to be absorbed by him and his warmth she shivered from the cold, finally being able to feel the reality once more. Kissing her head he spoke
I know we can not be... not right now... Luna can't you see? Even when I don't know how. Please my heart do not blame your self. It is not you. I need a lot of help. And there's nothing you can do... For now just stand back I promise you... my heart belongs to you.
She uttered no words but cried allowed herself to cry, on him, as she clung, as for life, to him. No words could tell the future, but for the moment she'd live for one more moment in his arms.
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And I don't want the world to see me,
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand...
When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am...
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And I don't want the world to see me,
'Cause I don't think that they'd understand...
When everything's made to be broken,
I just want you to know who I am...
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