When they ask me what to do, I fix their problem.
When they ask me how to handle the situation, I help them through it.
But when they ask me why, why someone would ever think that hurting themself would make them better all I can do is hold my tongue.
Because if I tell them the answer they start questioning me and they just don't understand. They don't understand that sometimes to know that we are still alive ... we have to bleed a little.
Sometimes it is the only way that we can gain control of the pain.
They don't get it. I have cut my wrists on too many of his broken promises to feel alright.
Don't miss me when I'm gone...
Cuz you're the Fucking reason that I'm not around!
YOU ARE READING
What you don't know about me
PoetryI am not fine... Short depressing book that I use as a way to write down my feelings and get rid of my issues. Please read and comment!😊😘
