I felt the slim, heart felt apology coming. I felt a sudden change in the way he took my hand. I knew he wanted more from me. I was tired, my head ached with fear. My bed held many stories, many secrets, many nightmares. Nothing more terrifying then him on the edge of my bed, and feeling the rejection, soon panic. I wanted to move closer, I wanted to touch him beneath my palms. I wanted to breathe so softly upon him. But I knew he would push me away. I saw the people hiding behind the walls, the people that made me loathe beneath my exterior. The claw prints I made the other night, out of hate, out of fear, out of pain, and out of pity. I would do anything for attention, I have found. My depression sinks so deep that I feel sane enough to bleed. I thought this terror had let go, but it seems once I dig deep in to his eyes. The tidal wave strikes and pulls me down with the sharks.
I'm ready for it to end, but yet haven't even dared to give up the fight. I know somethings there... I know somethings there.
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