I don't think people love me.
They love versions of me I have spun for them, versions of me they have construed on their mind.
The easy version of me, the easy part of me to love.
Who's going to love the girl that can't stop crying? The girl that hurts herself and always wanted to suicide?. The girl that is losing control and sees strange things in her mind? The one who's getting crazy and can't distinguish the real from the imaginary? The girl that is so sad that can't get out of bed? The girl that keep pushing everyone away? WHO'S GOING TO LOVE THE MONSTER IN ME? who is going to love me now?
