La Resignada

i dont want to cry myself to sleep every night.

i try really hard to hold it back and im overcome all over again.  i want to rip out all the girl in me.  So then i can sleep in peace, so it doesn’t bother me.  i know i’ll be alright, but logic just doesn’t work when im lying in the dark, alone in an unfamiliar room, in an unfamiliar bed.  all i can think is that im not in my home, im not where im supposed to be.

how could i possibly know where im supposed to be though?  oh please, let me sleep, please let it stop hurting so bad.

there’s no one here to hold me as i fall apart.

im dying a little more every day, and its starting to thin me out.  there’s gonna be a point where there isn’t enough left to keep me standing.