I’ve had many bad times throughout my life,
I know what it’s like to feel the dull blade of the knife,
Used to slit my wrist to try to numb the pain,
Used to beg for death as tears fell like rain,
I’ve stood on the edge, the edge of it all,
When all it took was one last fall,
I used to run from darkness just to get by,
Hoping one day I’d finally see a blue sky,
All these bad times brought me up to death’s door,
Simply because I couldn’t take anymore,
I tried to open it, but I had lost the key,
Looking back I’m glad, ‘cause these bad times molded me,
If I had walked through that door, surely pain would win,
But it’s time for pain to end and for hope to begin.

you will never be forgotten.
ever.
your name twisted into metaphors and colors and distractions will forever
be painted across pages and pages of her favorite brand of notebook,
no matter how many she burns
there will always be one she forgot,
and she will only find it once she had almost forgotten you.
she will find the one Papyrus notebook
and all of your metaphors and colors and disractions will come flooding back,
just like how the ocean in your eyes
flooded her heart all those years ago.