Thoughts.

I sit here, breathing slowly, In my corner, where I think about all the bothers me. Gritting my teeth, closing my eyes, clenching my fists, not wanting to believe what I thought was merely lies, was really the truth. My breaths quicken, my eyes widening, just to close again. My nails digging in my skin, making me bleed. I don't want to believe. I just want to scream. I just want someone to always be here, Tell me everything is okay. Wipe away my tears and hold me tight. Until I'm back to smiling. Back to being myself. Someday I hope to have my wish come true. Until then, I'll sit here in my corner, waiting. Pretending everything is fine.