((TY FOR 49 FOLLOWERS)) Song Name: //”This Hurts”// <<|BY MINDLESS SELF INDULGENCE|>>

||Oh god, he’s beautiful! Of god he’s wonderful, he’s marvelous, intelligent! So why doesn’t what make him feel better? He needs some more. He needs someone insecure. He doesn’t care who they are— controlling makes him feel better. . .

||How much he loved that feeling when someone comes crawling back to him. . ! Of that is to die for. The tingly sensations of tears soaking his shoulder as he holds someone. He had a way with words, warm hands but a cold heart.

||He needed more. He knew he could have anyone. But he wanted someone pretty. Pretty and weak. Someone who puts up a fake smile. Someone he can read. Someone like YOU. A ‘happy’ person, a happy person who needs to cry. Someone who needs someone to comfort them.

||With a few of his charming words, he already had you wrapped around his finger. Learning about your problems, fears, trauma. Like a therapist, he was the only person you could talk to. But, only if a therapist that used your words and secrets against you.

||At the moment, you were straddled on Itrapped lap, hugging their neck tightly. You didn’t know if you wanted to sleep or not. You were tired but you wanted to savor this moment of peace. You buried your face in his long, soft, yellow, hair. His hands rested on your back, leaving a burning sensation of fake love and possession. He didn’t love you. He loved how you made him feel.