To the boy I called a distraction
The boy who I called a distraction
He was a distraction from myself
He made me stop cutting and distracted me from my personal life
He built the bridge that he destroyed later on
I miss his presence so much
That when I’m around him I try to be around him as much as possible
To the boy who acted as a pause button
The boy who’d make me waste my time talking to him than hurt myself
But eventually a pause button has to be pressed to be unpaused
I “stalk” him now according to others
But they’ll never know
They’ll never know that as soon as I lost him
I lost myself again