I’m a broken soul torn open with these emotions that are invoking. It feels like I’m having a stroke. See, if someone hurts you, I would make it my mission to destroy them, but what do I do when you’re the one who hurt you? What do I do? Well it isn’t really hurting you, it hurts me, but if I destroy me then you might cease to be, and believe me I have thought on this deeply, but an answer doesn’t come that easily. I couldn’t rid myself of you, thats something I couldn’t do. I love you, but you’re breaking the ones who hold you, the ones who haven’t yet told you, the ones that don’t even know you, like the girl who didn’t know your name but she knew your pain, or Janna, Hannah, Ellie, and me. We all would be lost if you ceased to be, people love you. When you slit your wrist we can’t make a fist. Its hard to deal with. I want to get ****** but can’t do it. I could never go through with it. When you cut your wrist out hearts bleed along with you.