A friend of mine knows all too well
about how I never really wanted to kill myself,
but it has gotten so bad that I even ask her to kill my self
She knows all too well
about how I stop myself from hurting me,
but your voice in my head stops me, from stopping my self
So I'm not surprised that it is what I'm defined to be,
but she tells me otherwise
She tells me things you've never dared to say-- moreover she means it with all her heart
She tells me she's proud of the life I'm keeping,
even though it's falling apart
and all I ever wanted was making mistakes and mean no punishment afterward
She knows it's hard to run away–
much if I'm the parasite to begin with…
but she tells me things you never dared to say,
she tells me "I love you."
and I just know
she means it with all her might
She keeps me like an honor,
never afraid to know what in the hell happened again–
because even after knowing…
she just fucking keeps me
like a god damn honor
----
A/N
so I love you too:))
not because of all the things you've done ;3
but because you were just being yourself xD
that's right
special treatment wasn't what I needed
nor pity nor sympathy ://
just all you :')
I think no one can match my freak
as much as you do :))))
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Dazed Off
PoetrySee what the young poet wrote in her old journals at only the age of twelve, and how her mental state progressively gets worse at age fifteen:) Collection of poems mostly about God, family, love, and hate to oneself. • most impressive ranking: #6 in...
