I wish he would talk to me.
And no I don't mean talk to me about the show we're watching or the next video game he want's to buy.
I want to hear about his biggest fears. Or the moment he was at his lowest.
I don't want to hear about the goofy late nights with his friends or the time his cat scratched the **** out of his hand.
I want to know about what goes on in his head throughout the day. Or late at night when he can't sleep.
I want to know if is inner world is as dark as mine.
I can't show him all of me if I can't see all of him.
I wan't to see HIM. Not the mask he puts on everyday for the world.

That is way more beautiful than any poem I will ever read.

Hold me a little longer.
Hold on until this all becomes a memory.
Hold me closer so I can memorize your scent.
Hold on before I before I struggle to remember your sweet voice.
Please just hold me a little longer,
I'm not ready to forget you.

What do you see when you look at me?
The girl you used to love or the girl who broke your heart.

don't look me in the eyes cause i'm not here
my body is a corpse but my ghost isn't far
dreaming of a life where we're all okay

Your silence is slowly killing all hope I have left...

It's not fair to him.

To let him love me when I don't fully love myself.

I hope you feel the pain as deeply as I do.