(TW suicide + self harm mentions)
it didn't hurt me as much as it should've.
it didn't hurt me as much as you hurt
yourself.
but i cried for you, you know.
there are people who cried for you.
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i knew you were in pain.
you wore those bracelets everywhere.
do you still remember that day when we
were skating together at the park
2 summers ago, 2 lifetimes ago?
you asked me if i was wearing a long sleeve
shirt
"for no reason"
or if i didn't have enough bracelets to cover
them up.
them being the hate, the hurt, the cuts.
i told you no reason because i had no
reason.
i didn't even glance in my closet that
morning as i grabbed the black turtle neck.
you shrugged and then said
"we will get better."
you said we.
as if you couldn't stand the thought of
having to do it alone.
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we hung out the week before you couldn't
take it anymore.
i still remember dropping you off at your
house that day and waiting to drive away
until we saw you get inside.
there are people who would wait for you
much, much longer.
i don't know what made you so desperately
sad or fearful or angry that night.
it scares me that people can ever have that
much hurt.
it kills me that you had that much hurt.
there are no words to simply say
any of this.
there were no words that could
simply help you, and i
have to keep reminding myself of that
or else i can't breathe.
you should've just screamed at me
that you couldn't breathe.
i could give you air.
i could give you it all, friend, trust me.
just live.
live and be scarred and live and
be afraid and live and be in the dark.
just.
live.
we will get better.
-V
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still, none the wiser (poetry)
Poetryi grieve for memories, mostly. ☆☆☆☆ these poems are messy attempts to decipher my feelings about messy things. (also I love criticism, plz be mean <3)