Liar Part II

And still I sit here and pray that you don't hurt. My heart still aches when I know that you hurt. You still have that hold on me. Just because I am who I am. If you could only have seen me break down. If you could have seen me with the razor in one hand and the bottle in the other. Wishing that I could dissappear. Knowing that any way I turned would dissapoint everyone. Knowing I would never be "good" enough. I would never be who everyone wanted me to be. They would never accept me. Always judge. Love me for who they wanted me to be not who I was. The money, the material things, it was too much. Too much for me. I didn't need that I needed you to love me. I needed you to look at me and see me. I needed you to hold me. I needed you to want me. To desire me. To want to desire me. I needed you, but you were never there.