Five hours since I got my sweatshirt back from you,
when I got a note, covered with the dripping tears of
a cutter.

I saw you.
You terrified me.
I saw your nervous glance toward me.
I could feel the malice in your eyes.
So I clenched my fist, just waiting for you to start something.
I was worried.
I left you.

Quit being such a **** child.
I thought you were different.






I was wrong.