twenty-three: 3:29pm
Dear Amy,
when you had threatened to throw
scissors at me, I told you to go ahead
because I didn't care. I was over it.
sure maybe i had been done for a
long time, and maybe you knew, but
it still hurt.
but just because you know you're
broken it doesn't make things any
easier. It's hard knowing something's
wrong with you.
and I'm sure it scares some people
how open to death I am. I'm not
scared, I would gladly welcome
death with open arms.
you see, that's what makes me so
messed up. It's not the voices telling
me that I'm worthless, it's the fact
that I'm so open to the thought of
death. That I'm okay with it.
then maybe one of these days I
will be okay again, but for now
I'm fine with the way I am
even if that makes me an
outcast with other people.
one of these days I'll be the way
everyone wants me to be, and
then maybe I'll fit in and have
friends just like everyone else, but
for now I'm fine with the way
i am.
harley.
September 3, 2015
a/n: from As Time Slips By
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Random- letters to various people in my life and all the way to my deepest fears. - keep in mind that the names have been changed to protect privacy. - these are all that i think, and i'm sorry if there are any triggers for anyone. - #40 in Poetry - July...
