Forget

Perfection doesn't exist but in our own minds. We do not know this until we run out of time. Very few understand my problems and very few are willing to help. Very few decide they care and very few know what I want. Every day I wonder what it will be like? Will she still be in bed or will she just bite off my head? Never outspoken, I speak out for the first time. She slaps me hard and I feel the sting. I'm the little bitch she never wanted. I'm the little bitch that caused all the problems. I'm the little bitch she had to care for. I'm the little bitch that is me.

She doesn't understand my problems or my troubles deep inside. She doesn't know she makes me cry. She doesn't understand what I would give to make things right. She doesn't get that I feel dead again. It's all coming back bucket after bucket. The hits, the screams, the tears, and the pains. I long for that knife and the sweet crimson red. I long to see myself dead. I'm so alone around this world. I start to think someone might love me but they just love her.

I miss the old times when it was just us three. I miss when she used to love me. Isn't there a way to make her see that I still need her to need me? I never do anything right. There is no one on my side and I can't tell them why I cry. It's all happening so fast. What I thought was going to happen in the past. He's going to take her and leave and they will soon forget about me.