Who, what, where, when, why?

More of a journal entry just needed to get it out on something

Who am I to fail so hard and fall so far?
Who am I to stand taller than you when you talk up to me?
Who am I to cower and cry when you call me beautiful?

What is it to try so hard when the faith isn’t reciprocated?
What is it to give every single piece of myself to someone just to beg them for a kiss?
What is it to lay here silently when you’re the life of the party?

Where is my head at a time like this?
Where is my emotional pain on a scale of 1 to 10?
Where is 12 on the scale?

When will I feel afraid actual fears?
When will I feel affection that I wasn’t forced to feel?
When will I allow someone to feel it back?

Why do I do this to myself?
Why do I sit here and rip every single piece of myself apart when you’ve done it enough to me?
Why am I letting in my head like that?
Why are you there rent free?

We don’t let men stay unless they bring peace. You don’t get to treat me like that. Not you. Not anybody. Not anymore.

Author's Note

Just a journal entry