Am I Starting To Annoy You Yet?

I can’t help but feel like all I am to you is this great big annoyance just sitting on your shoulder. I can’t help it. I always feel like that. Will you tell me if I am? Or if I start to be? I want to see that smile light up your face. I don’t care the cause. Whether its from her, or me. Someone else, or something completely irrelevant to what I’m talking about. I just wanna see that smile on your face, that sparkle in your eyes. It’s so adorable. Am I starting to annoy you yet? Cause trust me when I say, I feel like I am. I want to hang out with you, I want to be around you…I want to see you. But I know, if I talk to you too much, you’ll get tired of me. I think we’re already getting to that point. I hate it. If we hang out too much, you’ll get tired of having me around. That’s the next step, I know it’ll be soon. Am I starting to annoy you yet? I bet I can guess how. My voice. My looks. The way I’m always insulting myself. My depression. My scars, and still healing wounds from self-harm. You’ll get tired of me, I just know it. Everyone does. When you do, at least promise me one thing? That you won’t hurt me as much as everyone else has; because I’ve opened up to you more than I’ve ever opened up to anyone else. Alright? Am I annoying you now? I’m sorry, I’ll just go. I’m sorry for everything. For being an annoyance, for trying to get close to you, for being who I am. For being born. Please forgive me. Good-bye.