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.
YOU ARE READING
Suicidal || m.c [completed]
Fanfictionin which a suicidal teen writes letters to the girl he loves. [lower case intended]