I end up loving people who won’t fight for me.
Girls like us only know pain
We know the turning against our family
The isolation of friends
We know constantly saying “don’t tell ___ or I’m dead”
We know what happens when we speak out
Our opinion becomes I’m sorry.
Our sorrys become change.
Your sorrys never come with change,
You say things you know will cause pain
Then blow up about how we are immature for crying.
We know you do the same shit over and over again
Yet we keep coming back.