3am thoughts

xiii

i told you that

i was broken and

you tried to fix me,

by hiding my scars

and my bruises.

but what you didn't

understand was

that i meant the flaws

you couldn't see. the ones

you can fix by loving me.

and i guess that

means you didn't

care enough to

actually see where i was

hurting.

-

i think my best friend

committed suicide

and honestly i don't

know what to do