I cut myself today.
Not that this is irregular,
Of course,
As you well know.
Or do you know?
You said that you're sorry
That I'm not doing well
At the moment.
But neither are you.
I will never tell you this, but
I message you only
When I cannot hide my worry.
Nothing I send is for me.
You won't care, of course.
You certainly try to hide being ill.
As most minutes I hide
The all-consuming agony
That is how much I care about you.
Don't you leave me.
Don't you ever ******* leave me
Again.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 6:10 PM UTC
I cut myself today.
Not that this is irregular,
Of course,
As you well know.
Or do you know?
You said that you're sorry
That I'm not doing well
At the moment.
But neither are you.
I will never tell you this, but
I message you only
When I cannot hide my worry.
Nothing I send is for me.
You won't care, of course.
You certainly try to hide being ill.
As most minutes I hide
The all-consuming agony
That is how much I care about you.
Don't you leave me.
Don't you ever ******* leave me
Again.
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