you told me how you tried to **** off every part of yourself
and how easy it was.
how disappearing is inevitable
and the expansion of space and the universe
how small we are.
how you hate boys and yrself for being one
i tell u I'm not any better
and when I say to you  that we're compatible you reply with a simple
"I know"
I don't want to believe that hell is real
but then you tell me how you see yrself
And maybe that's where yr head is right now.
all I know is that yr as nervous as I am
And I will hold yr shakey hands
until you can let go
without feeling like you're nothing
and the universe will keep expanding
and maybe then you won't feel as small.