⚠ Swear Warming ⚠
I was in love with him. And he was mine. But they both kept coming after him. It made me want to cry. And I did. I wanted to cut so badly. But I made a promise not to. So I couldn't.
But they were hurting me so damn much. I wanted to yell at them and make them stop. But I couldn't. I was their friend. Right? Friends don't do that. But you don't attempt to take away your friends boyfriend. Right? RIGHT?!
I would tell them. Tell them how it made me feel. How it broke me down and caused my anxiety to suffocate me. To the point I was choking, choking on nothing.
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My Thought's
PoetryThis is story is about all the things I think about, but never do (or I do them). Most of it is suicide or cutting. Please, if you are depressed of suicidal, get help. I love and care about you all.