12:59 AM ]]Words that would mend the things that were broken.
Remember lying in the same bed, in the same position, with the same emotions some two years ago. Remember that night in May 2010 I almost touched forever. It felt like a denied kiss, I was pulled back down. Some days I think I'm better but who am I really kidding? How many nights I spent crying myself to sleep. How I promised myself to love me more, how I promised to stop trying to end my life. Just pretty words to keep myself going. It was getting better then it got worse.
Remember how I tried to talk to E about this. How silly I must have seem, who am I to him? Sometimes I think, it's nice to be blue and cold, six feet under. I'm not fine. It's a matter of time before that night in May replays all over again.
>Talk to me.
1:20 AM ]]Words that would mend the things that were broken.
Sometimes, I wished I could forget everything and start anew. Go somewhere new, somewhere nobody knows my name, make new friends and be happy. Just for awhile. Wished I could.
Wished I could disappear.
>Talk to me.
1:14 AM ]]Words that would mend the things that were broken.
This is the last time. It's get there or die trying. Dying seems pretty neat. That's fine, I'm not important anyway.
>Talk to me.