Once
I had a guy
I loved him
Writing this makes me smile
As tears still stream down my pale face, I move my caramel strand of thin hair behind my ear
Do you remember those things about me?
The tears
Evan; the guy
My pale face
My smile
My caramel hair
Once
Evan,
The guy.
He was mine
He was a great boyfriend
My first everything. My first kiss, my "first", my first boyfriend
I lost him to my cuts & scars
To my depression and insecurities
Who does that?
Who just doesn't stop being depressed for someone they love? ,
You ask.
Me.
I couldn't.
Evan, when/if you read this,
I hope you know I tried.
But I just couldn't.
Once
I was alive
And still no one cared
I tried to do what you did
I bought outfits like other girls when I saved up money
I'm sorry that you saw me as a weird person with a blade at her skin a lot
I know you were freaked out by my scars
But it helped
I would've been in a lot more pain if I didn't cut.
Darlings,
I know I won't be remembered
I know you still will hate me when I'm dead;
When you read this.
A/n
Writing this made me cry. Happy Easter
-xx me
