Soon, someone will love you the way you want to be loved. Forgive someone the same way. If your already gone... I'll see you there. But in time. I want to help people like us. That's why my friend isn't dead. People like us walk around with our things with that look in our eyes. I save people, because they can't save me, they can't save me because they can't forgive me. I'm a weapon. I've hurt myself and others and have attempted 'it' twice. Take it from me... It gets better. My dad will forgive me when he passes and I will have moved out from home. The only reason I'm sharing this is because it's anonymous. To be honest, I don't want people to save me, it's to much of a burden. So I'll save myself. Pretend like I'm happy until im happy. A family of my own will love and appreciate me and the scars will fade. I know you don't care, cause I wouldn't either. Keep going for happiness, for yourself. Just please.
