Sta.sh
Words still pummel me. I'm slowly breaking. Every critism, every shriek. It's wearing down on my soul. But I think of tomorrow, when I can see you. Your voice will lift me. You make me cry in joy after I cry from pain stemmed from verbal abuse. Flying through the house, out the door. I tear down the street, as tear drops slide down my face. I call for you, wanting you here. But you don't come. You can't.
"Just accept it," I tell myself. Lies and more untruthful statements wedge themselves inside me. I am unimportant. I have no future. I am a failure. Putting so much faith in you, it makes me vulnerable. You aren't here, how will I get through my bitter life? If you can't appear, who will be my shoulder to cry on?
Independance. It is one of many things I lack. I cannot stumble through a single day without needing to vent. It's a wonder you still put up with my mindless rants. You should hate me. When have I ever provided comfort for you? Take take take, never returning. But I can't bring myself to it. It's too difficult, my own selfish problems.
I write this so you may know how much I appreciate you. You're my lifeline. But the last thing I want to do is add pressure onto your already weighted shoulders... But I need you still. There are only three small yet powerful words that can fully encase my emotions. You already know them. But I'll say it anyway.
This is soooo perfect!! It made me cry! Thank you for the shoutout 
That warms my heart to know that I actually inspire someone with my work 
Thank you so much 
Anyway, for the first writing I've seen from you, I'd say it's great!
Good Job!
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