You

My head hurts. It pounds within my skull. A quiet sigh escapes my dry lips. I'm staring at the floor. Avoiding those glaring eyes, a snarling mouth. In an attempt to escape this bitter reality, I think of that one thing that brings me happiness. You.

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.

I love you.