9/9: it's cold outside. my hands burn and i can't tell if it's because of the anxiety or the way the cold is nipping at my finger tips.
9/10: we kiss as leaves dance around our feet but i still feel nothing. i'm beginning to wonder if i'm even human. maybe it's just the numbing from the cold.
9/11: i've been going into trances at school lately. it's like the world stops but i continue moving, all alone. it's dead silent when this happens, apart from the voices in my head.
9/12: it's cold again and so am i. i don't know how to tell everyone that i am completely devoid of love.
9/13: he tells me he loves me and i almost believe it for a second.
9/14: i'm glad i didn't believe him. he found someone new now. hopefully he won't lie to her like he lied to me. and if he does, i hope she's not as naïve as i was. i hope she doesn't throw around such a sacred word and say i love you back when he never loved her in the first place.
9/15: don't cut don't cut. don't give up. an angel told me everything will be fine.
9/16. i cut, but i didn't give up. my angel is still with me, she just went away for a little while.
9/17: it's cold again. i still feel nothing. i gave up.
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you promised forever // poetry
Poetry'i risked my life to get you this rose. now all i need to know is if you care enough to let it die or let it grow' a book of my poems/rants :) **lowercase is intended**
