Indispensable.
That's what I want to be to someone.
I'm so tired. I'm so sick of being left all alone.
I want to mean so much to someone and never want them to leave me.
Why is that so damn hard?
I want someone to love me with all my insecurities and my failures.
You know what my best friend said before he left?
It wasn't goodbye.
It wasn't a promise to come see me.
It wasn't a promise to keep in touch.
It was an I love you.
That would be great, except that wasn't all it was.
"Abigail. I love you. Please don't cry. Just don't. Promise me you won't cut either. No, no, promise me you'll still be alive incase I ever come back."
That goodbye says so much about how fucked up my life is. I'm loved with conditions.
I can't be trusted to even keep myself alive. I'm too much to handle. I try so hard but fall so short.
And when I love the most, everything falls apart.
I just want to be indispensable.
That's what I want to be to someone.
I'm so tired. I'm so sick of being left all alone.
I want to mean so much to someone and never want them to leave me.
Why is that so damn hard?
I want someone to love me with all my insecurities and my failures.
You know what my best friend said before he left?
It wasn't goodbye.
It wasn't a promise to come see me.
It wasn't a promise to keep in touch.
It was an I love you.
That would be great, except that wasn't all it was.
"Abigail. I love you. Please don't cry. Just don't. Promise me you won't cut either. No, no, promise me you'll still be alive incase I ever come back."
That goodbye says so much about how fucked up my life is. I'm loved with conditions.
I can't be trusted to even keep myself alive. I'm too much to handle. I try so hard but fall so short.
And when I love the most, everything falls apart.
I just want to be indispensable.
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