No.....you don't understand. I see clearly your shattered pieces, I know of what I've done. I know your hate and I know your pain. As to which I'm leaving, distancing myself not because I hate you. To the contrary my dear, why do you think I let you go? Why do you think I left, telling you to forget and finding such relief in the fact that you finally did? My drawings help me survive, but oh my dear they're becoming ever so deadly, not like you care. Red is such a lovely shade, the only one I know. It's never too much however, never too much for you. I can never pay myself back in full for what I've done, you know all to well of this truth. Uncaring of me, I would want it no less. Now go, you are free of me so go. Go find happiness away from me, as I sink further, further alongside my beloved paintbrush.
YOU ARE READING
Here I am
Acak"Time will pass as a waterfall. Will you swim out, or flail under the stream?" •self harm •depression •anxiety •Eds •dysphoria
