I didn’t mind spending everyday in the pouring rain for you.
For you I was so blinded by love.
Making chocolates and paper origami flowers were nothing compared to how attracted I was to you.
You were the reason we changed. Sorry, but it’s true.
Our relationship was quickly becoming abusive. I cut my wrist. I was young. I didn’t think it was you I was so depressed and desperate.
Fuck you.
Why do you keep approaching me? Back away.
Your face makes me want to make me puke.
Don’t have the audacity to touch me, for every touch I shared with you makes me shiver with fear.
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Harsh, what did you had let happen to yourself, you’re a wrack more than me after 20 different drugs.
Hey, get you a platform and make poems or go to a therapist for taking, I can also offer you my contact so I’ll take certain support for you. I’ve made similar stuff but I didn’t ever left the love.
Probably everything is fine with the love club. I was about to meet a train, under tears I was hanging as it passed beside me like it almost caught me. I crashed just a car the same day on purpose and trust me, I’ve climbed up her balcony awaiting her to open that window.
7 years passed now and I appreciate it. Yeah, rather I would be death but my progress does not allow it and even with attempts I survived. I fearless put into me what I could get one after one.
I wrote myself out as if I don’t care, open to read for all and for any and again when I did let it happen to me another time. I’ve also made notes offline und I don’t know even how I managed that.
You’ll find what you need anyway on my profile.