Why do all the bad things, The self harm, denial, and everything else, End up helping the most?
Edit: Ah Im almost crying becuase of how much love this poem has gotten and all of that in one day and this has never happened and thank you to everyonr.
What if she listened to me? What if she took everything seriously? What if she knew I would be a mess without her? What if she wasn’t selfish? What if she could be saved?