I don't want you just
to be a memory stored
at the back of mind.
I want you to come back and fight for us.
I believe we can turn into something beautiful, but I just won't let it become true.
I keep pushing you away because I'm afraid.
I keep ruining what we have because I'm afraid.
I keep running away because I'm afraid.
Can I tell you what I'm afraid of?
I'm not afraid of getting hurt,
I'm afraid I might hurt you.
I'm afraid I might drag you into this dark hole
with me.
I'm afraid I might ruin you once and for all.
And you don't deserve that.
You deserve so much more, but because
I'm selfish I keep calling for you to come back.
So, If you really believe in us
You will come back and fight
for me.
For us.
YOU ARE READING
3a.m. thoughts
Short StoryThis book will be composed of short stories, random thoughts, and poems I come up with late at night. In progress Disclaimer! Contains depressive and suicidal thoughts. The book goes from daily struggles all the way to mental illnesses. I am in no...