heres a little story i wrote My boyfriend was known as the player yet weve been dating for 3 years,he knows my addictions,he knows it very well. One day i run out screaming,into the bathroom,in such pain,i forget to lock the door as i cut away the pain. He comes in screaming asking why tears streaming down his face. He took my hand and put a bandage on it,letting the blood soak. He took out his arms,handed me the razor cut my arm like its yours,cut as deep as you would on yourself,cut where you would cut yourself,just close your eyes and pretend this is your arm he said no never,i could never hurt you like that then i realised everything,all the tears he wasted,trying to explain how much it hurt him,to see me suffer. its meant to be a poem i guess,but im not sure its good. ~ Stillbreathing
Posted on: Wed, 04 Dec 2013 23:14:21 +0000