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I'll see you on the streets and you'll wave and I'll smile. You'll hug me and as I am around you again, I will inhale and hold on to you as long as I can. You'll ask me how things are. I'll lie and say I'm okay. I won't tell you that I can't sleep anymore. I won't tell you that I can't eat since you left, that I can't look myself in the mirror because all I see are the parts of me that you must have got sick of looking at. I got sick of them, too. I only loved myself when you loved me, too. Now you left me alone and I want to leave me, too. You'll talk but I won't hear you. My mind will be thinking of the pills in my cabinet and how much prettier I would look on the floor. You will talk but I will not hear you. I will not hear. You'll tell me about your new girlfriend and how her hair falls perfectly around her round face. I will wonder if you ever told your ex's about my eyes or my skin. I will lie and tell you that I am happy for you. And I will go home and try not to die. We will hug again, and you will walk away. I will turn around and try not to cry. I will never see you again and wonder if you will see me one more time; only dead.
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Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
A Painful Hello (trigger warning)
I'll see you on the streets and you'll wave and I'll smile. You'll hug me and as I am around you again, I will inhale and hold on to you as long as I can. You'll ask me how things are. I'll lie and say I'm okay. I won't tell you that I can't sleep anymore. I won't tell you that I can't eat since you left, that I can't look myself in the mirror because all I see are the parts of me that you must have got sick of looking at. I got sick of them, too. I only loved myself when you loved me, too. Now you left me alone and I want to leave me, too. You'll talk but I won't hear you. My mind will be thinking of the pills in my cabinet and how much prettier I would look on the floor. You will talk but I will not hear you. I will not hear. You'll tell me about your new girlfriend and how her hair falls perfectly around her round face. I will wonder if you ever told your ex's about my eyes or my skin. I will lie and tell you that I am happy for you. And I will go home and try not to die. We will hug again, and you will walk away. I will turn around and try not to cry. I will never see you again and wonder if you will see me one more time; only dead.
i'm new to this site so i don't know how to tag trigger warnings so please forgive me and bear with me and teach me how so that i don't hurt anyone.
gretchie
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gretchie
Apr 2, 2015
Apr 2, 2015 at 11:08 PM UTC
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