You are beautiful to me, and i never told you this but the way your scars light up in the sun just proves to me everyday of how incredibly hurt you are, and i hope it's not because of me because that would break my heart into a billion pieces. and i pray that one day you will open your eyes and realize that what you're doing to yourself isn't right because you deserve the world and i know that your cuts sting because mine do, too. but we can mend eachother's wounds while lying on the beautiful quilt your mother made the day before she killed herself as we watch sad movies at two in the morning, crying our poor little selves to sleep. not only crying because the movies are devastating but because our lives are. the desire to want something better for ourselves is torturing, because we all know that'll never happen.