Being suicidal, depressed,cutter etc. and falling in love is a dangerous pair.
They give you a sense of happiness, meaning.
You want to fight your demons, you want to stay alive and better yourself.
Everything they do is perfect, every compliment they give you take to heart.
They mend the wounds, sew up the cuts stitch your heart back together.
Then things go down hill.
They get distant.
You get sad again.
They stop talking to you.
The mendings come apart.
You relapse.
They are gone.
Your back where you began.
But this time it's worse.
You feel like your buried six feet under. No one can hear your screams.
No one understands the pain.
It comes back with so much force that before seems like nothing.
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I know this feeling personally because I'm in this situation right now
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