Why did I need to leave It was so much fun dragging the knife through 1 for every time I shakily breathe On a wave of pain, we flew. I have always loved that other side It breaks me that I left He just wants to hide Leave me to carry it, to heft. I have no words for my treacherous acts I hate me down to every last shred I want to rip them apart with... possibly an axe? He means nothing to me, i will turn him red If it’s the last thing i will ever do alive I will **** him, or at least stop his thrive.
Said more as an aside than directly at me, but since it’s myself I kinda knew what was going on... also from my random *** suicide thoughts that came during thus time.