I have some major issues. It's just true. I have the kind of issues that destroy the people I love. I read a poem She wrote and then this is what came of it.
One. Two. Three.
One. Two. Three. Four.
One.
One. Two.
One.
One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six.
Days.
Six days.
Crying. Weeping. Balling. Sobbing. Leaking.
Stop. Stop talking.
Shut up.
Make it stop.
But it's hard to make something stop when I won't let you.
Maybe that's why I cry so much.
Day six.
Counting different days.
Counting seconds.
Make it through this second. This second. This.
One.
One.
One. Two.
One.
One.
One.
One.
One.
But it's okay. I deserve what I've given to myself.
Can't you see that?
This is me. This is me. This is me. This is me. This is me. This is me.
One.
This is me.
One.
I do this.
One.
I do this to you.
One.
