Damaged

I'm damaged. I'm damaged and I know it.

Why else can't I trust anyone? Love anyone?
 
My mother says I'm damaged. Says it's because of him.
 
Daddy issues.
 
I've seen too much. Felt too much.
Why else would I do what I do?
Why else would I be so closed off?
 
I don't talk. Don't tell people. It's bound to happen, once you get to know someone:
 
Whats your life story?
 
I don't have one. It's nothing interesting.
I pray that they lose interest. Don't press, don't ask. Lose interest. Hide behind your smile. They wouldn't want to know anyway.
 
Because I'm damaged. 

 

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