of those who are less content.
Hurting those around them
with less that no intent.
"Am I worth the time he gives?"
Screams the voice inside my mind.
It's hard to believe, I must admit,
that life could be this kind.
She's not good enough for him, she knows.
She feels it in her heart.
But she can't bring herself to see, the thought of being Apart.
She loves this boy, she feels its true.
She's never felt this way.
But the weight of atelophobia, she feels,
should not be left at bay.
She wishes he knew, how hard it is,
to live with this stupid brain,
complete with the worry of when he wakes up,
he'll see how much more he can gain. </3
Zumo De Mango
That is all.
