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  Sep 2015 Dré
Rachael Judd
I want to tell you that I'm sorry. I want to tell you that everything I do is because I love you and I'm afraid you'll leave me in a blink of an eye. I want to tell you that everyone leaves me. I want to tell you that my heart aches when your not around. I want to tell you how you heal my broken wounds. I want to tell you all the secrets kept inside me. I want to tell you how it feels to be broken. How it feels to be a mess. I want to tell you how I love you. I want to tell you how the world doesn't spin if your not around. I want to tell you how the moon doesn't shine and the stars don't sparkle when your sleeping. I want to tell you how I hate myself but you make me hate me less. I want to tell you how I loathe you and your heart. I want to tell you that when you hold my hand the world seems okay. I want to tell you that when I'm on a bridge, the urge to jump is unbearable. I want to tell you that all the white pills stuffed in my drawer aren't my medication, there for eternal sleep. I want to tell you that my life has no meaning without you. I want to tell you how much I hate this life and these people that surround me. I want to tell you that my heart has been broken a million times so now it's unreparible. I want to tell you that you make me wake up each morning again. I want to tell you that I want to die. I want to tell you that I'm sorry.

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