Hold me, kick me . Love me.

You think your special to everybody,
in reality your only special to me.
Your the shining star that burns a hole
in my heart.
A gash in my arm.
Your no good for me,
I know your not.
Your not healthy for me .
Your sexual, and I'm not ready yet.
If you liked me you'd wait for me.
Now you leave me and go find
somthing else.

Is it my presence?
Am I ugly?
Unattractive?
Unfriendly?
You ask me why I'm always sad.
I can't help it.
You make me sad.
So here is just a hi harrah to you.
Your the reason I cry during events.
Your the reason I hold onto my pillow.
Your the reason I cutt.
Your the reason I bleed.

Hold me. Kick me. Love me.