Acting-Out

I don’t want to be angry anymore. I can’t stand hating over and over, waiting for the past to never happen. I don’t like the awkwardness. I don’t like the way we can’t speak without venom staining our words. How the few words exchanged are acid, how I am always conscious of your eyes on me. I’m always so annoyed because you look at me. I want to be nothing to you, like you are nothing to me. I didn’t want to be used and manipulated. I want you to disappear. Just STOP looking at me. Just stop being around and stop, stop letting me pull myself into your world. You and I both want me out. There

~I hate hurting internally. I hate being all alone I want you to hold my hand but I've got to do this on my own~