Literature
Aint Me
Hold me please, and while you're at it, do me a favour and don't let go.
I think I'm falling apart, little pieces of a fake smile flaking away from too-red lips. So feel free to keep me together. I want to cry, but my eyes don't work. I don't really know why. Maybe they're connected to the tightness in my chest that won't go away. Maybe it's all not real, and it's all just in my head. But if that's so
then why does it hurt so much? Pain like this can't come from nothing. So it can't be just in my head...No, it can't. But then
what's it from, I wonder?
Hmm.
Maybe it's you.
Or not.
Who do you think knows?
Hey, don't look