A/N- I'm not the type to be like "hey read this all the way through" or "hey do this for me" I'm not gonna tell you to follow me. I'm gonna tell you that I'm here. I'm writing. I would LIKE you to read this but for some...only one chapter needs to be read. Last night my boyfriend realised the biggest mistake I made in my life. He's still with me. He loves me. There's hope for everyone. This book was inspired by him, by my Jacob...
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Some say that you can never recover when someone's broken you. That life can never be the same when you're in pieces.
I picked up the knife. Who am I to hurt but myself?
Who deserves the pain more than me?
After all, if there was nothing wrong with me I wouldn't be left so much.
My parents, they call my worthless. My friends, they call me a slut. My boyfriend of the week, he calls me beautiful.
So who am I to believe anything anyone tells me?
I hate myself. Can you relate? Can you tell me what it's like to love and lose? Can you tell me what it's like to go through more than the person next to you but for them to never know? For no one to ever know?
I can. I can tell you that I cut. I cry. I wanna die.
I'm horrible at writing honestly. I wanna die. I'm horrible at math. I wanna die. I'm horrible at keeping people in my life. I wanna die.
What's it gonna be then eh?
