10:53 PM ]]Words that would mend the things that were broken.
S, I sometimes wished you would say things I wanted to hear instead of brushing me aside like a little lost child. Perhaps you were lost in your mighty world of friends and what little we had left didn't matter anymore. I should know better not to live in the past, but the past is what's keeping me alive, it is also what's eating me alive. I know in the back of my mind, I should move past this broken link. I know I am no longer the same. I need help, but where? I wished someone who take me seriously. I wished I knew who I could turn to instead of the blade. I wished I could stop killing myself little by little. But, I can't and I constantly wished morning never came. If I could sleep forever, maybe someone would remember me? But then, you'd never say things I want to hear. I want to die, and maybe you can't be bothered because
people are selfish, remember? Sometimes in the middle of the night, I think about what you said, and I think I am better off dead.
>Talk to me.