Suicidal || m.c [completed]

Letter eleven.

It's an everyday struggle to get myself out of my bed. 

I want to stay in there forever;

and never have to leave. 

But for you, I leave it. 

It's not like you'd know that though. 

But again, as I sit behind you, I write this and watch you. 

I silently think of what I'd do, if maybe, for the first time, you'd turn around and face me.