Post by cld on Mar 6, 2022 21:03:16 GMT -5
*Part 1
If words could explain the amount of pain it is causing me not to see you, Id have enough to write
a book about it. I would write for hours and days and weeks and months just to pass time until I see you.
Id let myself bleed from my wrists onto the cold hard floor of my parents' huge bathtub if it meant I could see
you one. More. god. damned. Time. That old phrase “if they jumped off of a bridge, would you too?” bothers me
because I would. You have no idea what i would do to be together at last. I miss the way we would hug each other for
hours and blast music until we couldn't hear. I love you to the point of exhaustion. More than I've ever loved anyone. Ever.
*part 2
The cuts along my wrist get redder & deeper with each day. The rubber band i keep on my wrist isn't for my hair, its for
the constant pulling and fllicking my cuts until theyre bruises. The bracelets we made together that i always wear
on my wrist aren't because i can't live without you, but to cover the scars of the pain in my past. The hand sani-
tizer i keep in my backpack isnt to keep my hands clean, but to pour into my cuts when everything gets
to hard and i cant feel anymore. These days, crying is my home. My bedroom is a haven while
My kitchen is a forgin country. I dont know this person who is considered to be me.