Suicidal || m.c [completed]

Letter five.

Maybe, just maybe I should be the one to talk to you first.

But I wouldn't know what to say. 

Maybe something stupid like how depressed I was. 

Or maybe, how I loved you. 

Or maybe how you day was going, but I just couldn't.

I just wish you'd look at me the same as I do you.

But I sit here and write this while I sit behind you in this boring chemistry class and I wish I could build up the courage to talk to you. 

Maybe one day, but for now, these cuts on my arms will keep forming.