You're hard to hug, tough to talk to
And I never fall asleep, when you're in my bed
All you give me is a heartbeat
I've turned into a statue
And it makes me feel depressed
Cause the only time you open up is when we get undressed

You don't love me, big fucking deal
I'll never tell, you how I feel
You don't love me, not a big deal
I'll never tell you how I feel

broke jems / 19 / alone af 

Je m'appelle leticia mais je préfère qu'on m'appelle leti ou ticia,je sais pas pourquoi mais tout part en couilles dans ma vie depuis que je suis partie d'espagne pour habiter ici à chicago. J'ai 19 ans et pourtant je me sens seule tout le temps c'est horrible et ma vie n'a plus de sens maintenant. (rpg)

“I’ve developed a habit of keeping,
of feelings bottled in and tucked away,
silently sitting in a corner admiring from afar
in secret, this is how I love.
This is me trying to suppress.
This is me holding back what keeps resurfacing.
This is how I control the uncontrollable,
denying what’s meant to be felt,
doubting the possibility of being enough,
we know rejection is a lover’s weakness.
And ever so often, I am at a loss
because to desire someone,
means wanting to give the best
for the person you yearn,
for the person you strive,
and you half-beg that they see
the heights you would climb,
and oceans you’d cross
just to prove you’re worthy.
But how can my heart be enough
in a sea full of other hearts much bigger
and better compared to what I have to give.
How can someone choose
a battered, and bruised,
to one that’s whole and unlike mine.
But if I’m lucky,
if by heaven’s will you choose me,
how I would cherish you for a lifetime.”