huh
thank you
is all i can say
for not being dead, L
funny how i have no one
but here, i have someone,
time zones
at least i can hide
the awful person i am
i am tired, tired, tired
i wake up
go to school
repeat
i hurt
wanna rip the doors from this place
but i smile when i think
someone else sees my pain
you ask why
i want to tell you everything
how
there was one man of so many
that tore me, took the life right out of me
he's in prison now
1 year on saturday
6 more to go
he was 36, i 14.
i struggle with guilt
the blame lay on me
and theres the other one
yes, it was wrong
he was 27, i 13.
it'll be two years  
since i messaged him last
that is why i hold out my hand
but cringe when you take it
there is my confession
written from my veins
blood on a  sharpener blade
tell me why you reach for mine
i'll stay like the roots of a tree