dear luke,
ive started cutting again.
each red line that ive created on my wrists
represents a time that you needed me
and i wasnt there
we werent quite a pair werent we?
you hated when i spoke of suicide,
yet youre the one who ended up commiting.
doubtfully yours,
ahngie
YOU ARE READING
suicide
Romancein which a boy falls in love with a girl. he hated when she spoke of suicide, yet he was the one who left.
