The thing that hurts the most, to realise, is that no matter how much I love you, and how much I tell you that, it won't change the fact that you want to end yourself. I am powerless, and that's pretty awful, because not a lot of people want you to be okay more than I do, and I can't do anything about it. I'm sorry for that
A poem every day.
22-10-19
I'm sorry, I didn't know what to write. I thought of this last night, and my inspiration is gone, so here we are.