I refuse to talk to you about this.
I always will.
I write indirectly about it, so its not like you're listening to me about how badly I want to kill myself, and cut my skin until there's only blood visible on my body.
I say I'm sorry and you say it's okay when it's not.
I'm a piece of shit.
I hurt you more than I don't and I fucking hate myself for it.
Don't you dare tell me it's okay when it's not.
I'm sorry for everything
