Her

When she’s cold, he gives her warmth

When she’s sad, he holds her

When she’s happy, he enjoys it

When she feels beautiful, he embraces it.

But the truth is. She has no idea how to do these things by herself.

How to be happy

How to feel beautiful

Her mind is a ruthless space filled with lies

Rumors made by 

Anxiety

Depression

Trauma

She has no idea about the value of her life.

The truth is

She puts everyone else before herself

Before her feelings

Before her morals

She doesn’t know self-worth

In the end, she feels as if she is nothing

She doesn’t know how to accept the love of a boy who would give his life for her.

She doesn’t realize that a few people do care

She is so used to being used that she doesn’t understand what it is like to be cared for

She wants to know

Oh how she begs and pleads with herself every night to just 

“Open up’

“Just accept it’

She thinks to herself “why is it so hard for me to realize, that I am worthy”

She wants a future with this boy

So badly

But how can she when she doesn’t understand what it feels like to be loved?

But she doesn’t understand

She’s tried to understand for so long

So the bullies say:

“No one cares”

“No one notices you’re even there”

“You are nothing”

Her own bullies are only herself

So 

She’s given up most of her hope

Because she’s lost to the voices in the back of her head