i cant do it
i cant love you
i cant…
i cant….
you always said i CAN.
i COULD.
but i couldent.
i never could.
you were dragged to prison.
two years later jail.
because of her.
she LIED!
how could you have loved her?!
i visit you all the time
i have nothing to say.
if i said whats really “up”,
it would be this:
hey uncle tom! yeah i have been cutting myself, making nooses, trying to drown and suffocate myself, posting things on a website called fucking suicide project, and whining about my depression! hows your time going?
but i cant.
it has been SEVEN YEARS!!!!
I miss you, is all i can say.
1 comment
Well if there is an afterlife, he already knows what is “up”. I know he meant a lot to you so think about how much you’re hurting him cutting yourself, hurting yourself, even missing him is probably hurting him.
In a way I do envy you though. My grandma who I lived with since I was 7 died and I feel nothing. No tears. No anything. Like I never even knew of her. At least you know for sure you loved someone who was important to you.
I’m sure it sucks but maybe try to forget him.