Au Revoir || l.s.

coupe

coupe : cut [French]

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Dear Louis,

I'm alone. I've become bitter and clingy since you left me. My wrists hurt; as do my thighs. The pain of cutting hurts; although not quite as much as when you left. I am bleeding to rid my filthy self of you. Of the mark you left on me.

Please just.. talk to me. A letter, a text. Phone me sometime; even if only for a few seconds. you could be dead, and I wouldn't even know. I couldn't know, for you have eradicated me from your life just as I am trying to eradicate you from my heart.

The mates say I'm depressed. They urge me to fix myself, attend therapy or group sessions with a counselor. They care, but they just do not understand. Although I hope they never do, for the scars you left on me hurt more than the scars I inflict upon myself.

Always yours, Harry.