he found me crying
as i hovered over pain killers,
one pill.
two pill.
... three.
i could take five.
i could finish the job.
but he brought me to his room.
and he comforted me.
just like you would've.
but you wouldn't have done anything like what happened in between the sheets later on.
how i wanted to die.
as i regretted
every single thing.
i stayed silent, trying to
n u m b
the pain of your words
as his sweaty legs laid
entangled
in mine.
i guess when i lost you, i lost my self worth.
YOU ARE READING
touched ✓
Short Storystory #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]
