Girl, Interrupted

all i want is a someone to hold me gently console me to show me that to him i mean the world all i ask for is honesty allow me to trust thee to never question the answers he gives me all i long for is comfort and love i long for the things i was starved of all i ask for i someone genuine someone i can let into my heart and mind someone who understands that im gonna need time rome wasnt built in a day and neither was the damage done to me mentally over the years i need someone who will be there through those hard days need someone to be there at night to wipe away the tears to rock the me thru the fears to assure me that no matter what he'll always be here

takes the slightest act of thoughtfulness or caring nature to get into my heart and make your home there hidden behind false pretences revealed of my own accord feed off of my unknowingly false love for you my longing never to feel alone until one day I’ve finally come to realize after it’s too late after ignoring the obvious signs of the truth ignoring and convincing myself I’m not seeing convincing until the lie becomes reality intil I’m shocked into remembering the truth you used me because I was vulnerable

I was doing this assignment for my Social Work class a little earlier. There was an exercise asking how we felt when we come in contact with or say other people who were "different." The assignment specifically asked about elderly people in wheelchairs, people with developmental and mental diseases or impairments, and lastly same sex couples. I thought it interesting that same sex couples was one of their choices. I mean, yes we all know that homosexuality is a much argued topic, it was just interesting to me that they saved it for last; why not put is first? What do I think when I see two people of the same sex walking down the street. I don't think much other than lucky for them, at least they have someone. For me to look at them and turn my nose up at them would be me being a hypocrite. For just a year or two ago I was that couple. I was walking down the street with my girlfriend. Who am I to judge? That is the question that I ask myself when I see things that are out ...