How do I tell someone I love that they have to go home?

I hope you don't think that you're broken,
But if you do,
It's okay, because I'm broken too.
And even though our jagged edges might tend to hurt others,
Don't be afraid.
Broken pieces can't hurt each other,
But rather, *they perfectly fit together.

Even the most tragic of things
can be beautiful,
if only seen
from a different perspective.
And although we are kept miles apart, the only thing keeping us connected
is the distance,
and well,
*I think that's beautiful.

One day you will meet a boy
and he will cause your fingertips to go numb with the thought of his laughter. Your eyes will fall every time they meet his,
as if his are a sea of rich green and yours never learned how to swim.
And as your lips draw nearer,
you will stall just to feel his breath on your cheek.

My suicide attempt was not the typical sin,
It involved no knife, no rope, but ink upon my skin.
As the pen moved along, the tan turned to blue,
My pores opened up and the ink flowed through.
It wasn't as straightforward as most death wishes may seem,
Because it started as a hobby, not a dark and morbid dream.
Yet the more the words and drawings had come running down my arm,
The more people had warned me that the markers would do harm.
Or "warnings"- so they thought- but once the thoughts had reached my mind,
I realized it was the most painless and easy escape that i could find.
So day by day, my poisoned skin prayed for the kiss of Death,
And the doodles followed me up until my final breath.

c.m.

My suicide attempt was not the typical sin,
It involved no knife, no rope, but ink upon my skin.
As the pen moved along, the tan turned to blue,
My pores opened up and the ink flowed through.
It wasn't as straightforward as most death wishes may seem,
Because it started as a hobby, not a dark and morbid dream.
Yet the more the words and drawings had come running down my arm,
The more people had warned me that the markers would do harm.
Or "warnings"- so they thought- but once the thoughts had reached my mind,
I realized it was the most painless and easy escape that i could find.
So day by day, my poisoned skin prayed for the kiss of Death,
And the doodles followed me up until my final breath.