i couldn't help but picture you sitting on the edge of your bed glaring at the bottom of a trash can wishing you could throw up your last breath rather than feel the nausea of a steady beating heart
i pictured you hugging your knees on the bathroom floor hands grabbing your mouth and chest begging for both to stop moving as tears leak out of red eyes in steady streams
i pictured you wide awake as the hours steadily march towards sunrise unable to move because the world kept you pinned to the floor and you watch the clock tick and tick feeling as though every minute was just another wasted
i pictured you hurting in a way you couldn't bear and i want to grab you and hold you until the very sadness that makes you feel this way seeps into my skin just so you can breathe
i can't help but picture you this way because it is the way i was when i told you those very words that i was tired of living so i will do anything to make sure you never feel that way and i will do anything to protect you from hurting