"Why did you do this to yourself ? " He asked slowly tracing his fingertips along the lines that layer your wrist. "You told me to do something that makes me feel alive" I try to say without letting the tears escape from my eyes, "You told me to be happy."
"Emily I meant paint a picture of how you feel not take it out on your skin."I know you mean well but your just like all the rest, you act nice and kind but then you will just leave me like the others" you whisper just enough for him to here. "I love you don't you know that, and...doing this to yourself your hurting me more than you can hurt yourself."
