"I know, I'm just...honestly scared. I've been hurt, lied to, abandoned, my trust utterly destroyed and that's a lot done by me. When he held my hand I was happy but rn I'm just thinking about how I'm gonna miss that when he does leave and I'm gonna put so much effort into forgetting what it felt like to have him hug me. Sometimes I think if I start the grieving process before the end it makes it go quicker...I'm just wrecked...but I'll focus on the good rn.. I'm trying to learn how at least"
Never sent because....
I'm scared to open up
Because my friend will only comfort me and....
Shit....what's wrong with me?
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Blood Stains
Poetry*trigger warning* I'm lost•I'm broken•I'm hurt•I'm sorry ~the ones marked "x" are about my struggle with food and eating~
