You are a young body
harboring a very old soul.
Your presence alone whispers
all you have experienced and
all you have seen.
He made you grow up too quickly and
carry all you are carrying now.
Only when you stop trying to prove yourself to him
will you become your own person...
but, it's an addiction
and you can't make yourself stop trying to be loved.
The pain hurts inside but pain inside is not real enough
until it visibly flows freely from your skin and
down your fingers that hide your face from
seeing the reflection of the person you are
and want to be.