I'm making myself vulnerable, something I swore to myself, many years ago, that I would never do.
It's easy to take my clothes off and offer you my body. You know I am yours to hold, but it also comes with a price.
The price to owning my body is now the raw sadness that I feel everyday. I need someone to cherish me and care for me, specially when I can't do it myself.
I say I want to die, but my biggest wish is to feel alive. I don't want to feel like this anymore, I want to feel your love.
But you will never love me, you just love my body. And my raw soul is too overwhelming for you.