constricted throat.
strangled cries.
the stinging sensation in her nose.
her heart isn't tough enough to turn emotionless.
it still yearns to feel,
still yearns to touch.
but her body's determined.
slowly, she'll make herself so cold,
nthg could hurt her.
NTHG.
the rebel, the nature.
it's bound to cause problems,
but some can deal with it better than others.
and you're nthg but a reflection of all tht you spit at me.
hasn't failure not met you before?
deeming me useless,
a whore at the very best,
it's your strategy isn't it?
well it's not working.
instead, it's gna make me MORE of a whore,
it's gna make me MORE of a failure,
it's gna make me MORE of a nightmare,
it's gna make me MORE of a deranged teen, someone you don't recognise anym.
im your failure.
im your mistake.
im everything you hate.
and im giving up.
i can't save our relationship.
and im not gna try anym.
"don't hate her. she's your only one."
im not gna hate you,
im not tht heartless.
but if i feel distant,
try to remember im too useless,
an inferior species,
so much so tht i can't do anything anym.
i can't slam a revolving door,
i can't pluck down a single star from the sky,
im sensible (at least a little)
i can handle life (or so i hope)
so i would wish for you to back off,
and stop manipulating me.
only thn, can i break free.
