Every morning, I will throw up and look sick to get out of school. I can't go there. I can't face humanity, society, expectations and judgement. Not this week.
Then mum won't force me to eat because I'm 'sick'.
Then I can lay in bed and cry.
And listen to sad songs.
And go through the photos I still have of him and I.
Replay the memories and ask myself why.
But I won't be able to find an answer.
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Into your veins
Random"I'm a disease." He whispered into her neck, "don't let me into your veins, pretty girl." But she never listened. "I'm a sinking ship." She whispered on his lips, "don't let me bring you down." But he never listened. "I need you inside my veins" s...
