Fuckyourhashtags Stories

I flinched as he touched my leg with the tender cuts going down it. He gently traced his finger over them and looked at me with a sad look in his eyes. "Why would you do this to yourself?" ""Why do you care," I said pulling my arm away. "You wouldn't understand anyway." "I don't want you to hurt yourself, I care because I could never be able to live with myself if something happened to you and I had the chance to stop it... just please, don't do this to yourself." •°•°•°•°•°• Depression. Anxiety. Pain. Loneliness. She's Broken. °•°•°•°•°•°• Songs not mine, all rights reserved