Ever since I told him how I really felt, I've been thinking too much. It's maybe been a couple hours, but it's been too long for me and I'm starting to think bad things. His silence makes me uneasy and my chest tightens as I want to cry my eyes out.
In all honesty, I just want to kill myself.
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I Was She
Poetry[Complete] A series of poems and short stories tell the sad tale of a breakup, of rejection, and of finding new love. From losing her soulmate to learning to see the world from a different perspective, M.A. Rivers writes down every last feeling that...
