I miss you. I miss the way we used to be. I miss how we met up every night. I miss being around you, feeling you graze my skin. I miss the way you kept me warm in the winter. I miss how you used to calm me down and tell me things are going to be alright. I miss how you made me happy and how you let me use you whenever i needed relief. I’m sorry that we can’t see each other anymore. People don’t want us together. They don’t want me to get hurt anymore. People who love me want me to get better. What they don’t know is you make me happy. But you make me guilty. You make me feel bad about hurting her. You make me confused about who i am but also show me the way. I wish i wasn’t so complex and i didn’t need you, but i do. And it makes me more sad then the problems i create. Know i love you and i miss the touch of you on my skin. I will never forget the feeling of the blood running down my arm whenever you touched.
Hey guys, i know i just posted but i need to get a lot off my chest and i have a question. If you like what i’ve written can you tell me? i know that sounds kinda douchy but i would like some honest feedback on this poem or story or whatever this is. Anyway i’m new here and i hate my life and this is about how i can’t use my blades and cut anymore because my girlfriend and parents don’t want me too. If i’m honest i don’t want to either but it helps. But my girlfriend used to cut and i don’t want her to go back to it so i refrain and i don’t think that’s a good reason not too but that’s all i got.
Lastly i need to get this off my chest. My friend is suicidal and i haven’t done anything besides talk to him and try my bests to help him but i feel like i should have done something. Anyway i’m doe now, i don’t know how many of you will comment or even rad this but i’m new here and just wanted to say hey.