Saving meI was broken, shattered to bits by the people I loved, the people who said they cared. I believed I was the one to blame for the hatred I received. I'd stitch myself up daily to never show a sign of remorse for my own pain. Because no matter the pain I'd have to go through I want to be the one who people can push around with out worrying I'd ever leave. I wanted the pain that came to me, because I felt I'd deserved it. I was convinced by those who cared for me that I was the one doing wrong, and that I did not deserve anything less then the worst. And I grew older believing I'd never spread farther because how can anyone love someone who's father payed the price for her. All the pain surrounding me, was all because of me, I let it all happen because I wasn't strong enough to take it. I had to be stronger and be able to take the pain so others wouldn't have to. I would willing take someone's pain just to see them smile. Even if
When my friends get to popular too talk to me:Iconmisakithinkplz: I'm glad that they've got people to like their art. :Iconritsurantplz: I didn't deserve to have an amazing friend like them anyways. . . :Iconmisakisighplz: :Iconmooiiplz: I may be a little jealous, but they probably deserve it more than I do any ways. :Iconshyhiyoriplz::Iconmenmatearplz: I probably wasn't a good friend any ways. . . :Iconkiritosmileplz: I want all of you to know I'll never let this happen to us, yeah I may be busy and only be able to reply a few times a day or a week, but I'd never stop completely. :Iconchiblushplz: And if I don't reply to something it may have probably been because it got a bit repetitive for me, I'm sorry. :Iconchitandaneplz: But no matter what I'll always be here for you as a friend, because I love all of you, even if you don't like me, my art, my fan-pairings, or my ocs I'm still going to care about you.