Dr. Puppet

Bomb in a Birdcage
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2010-10-26 00:43:14 (UTC)

The Truth

The truth is that every time you ask me if I'm ok, I lie. The truth
is that I'm empty. The truth is that I feel like every emotion has
been just sucked right out of me and I'm a hollow shell. The truth
is that I'm trying to find something to fill that hole and
everywhere I turn, all I find is pain. The truth is that I'm cutting
myself again. The truth is that I want someone to care....no I NEED
someone to care. The truth is that just one guy....one time...and
now I can't trust people. The truth is that I feel like I'm bein
used when I'm with the person that tells me that he loves me. The
truth is that no matter how much he wants me to, I will never be
able to date him again. The truth is that when I'm around the guy
that I'm dating, I feel like he doesn't really like me. I feel like
he still likes those other girls. The truth is that no matter what
he says, I still feel like this. The truth is that I feel alone and
forsaken in my own home. The truth is that I feel like no one can
love me because o the things I've done. The truth is that when
people fight and yell and scream at each other, I feel so small. I
feel scared and alone and I just want to run away and never come
back. The truth is that every time he holds my hand or kisses me or
hugs me....I feel whole....I feel loved...I feel needed...I feel a
reason to stay alive. The truth is that he's the only thing keeping
me sane. The truth is....that I'm not me anymore. The truth is that
idk who I am. The truth is that...idk wat to feel, who to be, who to
love, who to trust, what to believe. The truth is that....I just
want someone to hold me tight and let me cry and let me know that
everything is going to be ok (even if it's a lie). That's the
truth...so where does that leave me?


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