You are just like a pill
I can hardly remember the last time I knew you’re scared to lose me. Maybe it has always been there… Maybe I have always known it deep down for a long time. I guess I was just too stubborn to admit it. In denial, as they would say.
You and I, we have both been very consistent. You, with your desire of getting rid of me. And me, with my hanging on to a hand that has always wanted to let go… Not during the times that we’re happy, of course. but during those a bit fewer than often times when I needed you the most to say “please stay”.
And you are just like a pill, yes. I take u each time, relieve me for awhile and mke me feel sick in the long run… Defeating it’s supposed purpose of saving me from this Nasty disease named Severe Insecurity.
Stupid stupid stupid!!!
