(Charlie)

i am frayed threads but i am alive

i will be one again this feeling will not last forever

Did you know I still think kindly of you? I'm waiting out probation so I can hold your hand, ask if you've gotten better.

I'm waiting to tell you that I'd like to be friends again, but on a thin sheet of ice. Nothing to catch our mistakes, if we fall into the water where we will drown. I'm not sending a threat, I'm setting a boundary.

How sure can I ever be that you won't hurt me in such a poisoned way again.

I'm still pulling thorns from my foot, painting your face in paper I rip to shreds. I want to stop thinking of you, but you haunt my mind so warmly.

You will be the one to kill me. I'm not very sure about it.

Write back please. You will never receive this.

its ending

its ending

I'm told I shouldn't put forth my olive branch, that you'll find a way to turn it into liquor.

Please tell me you've at least thought of us kindly, I know I have.

Healed, but still a mark of shame.

The ads I have been seeing tell me to seek help.

Mentally unwell, Consider Treatment.

Diet pills for women.

Hair loss prevention for men.

Buy now, You are a figment.

Mentally unwell, Buy our treatment.

Diet pills for girls and their mothers.

Fraudulent income and Sex for men.

Spring air is thick in my lungs.

My mind is at work, my heart without hope.

I am being shown articles and videos on how to disappear again.

I want to disappear again.

Work. No hope. I am nothing else.

I click on the articles, I watch the videos. I am told to seek help if im thinking of harming myself.

Is it harm, if it's just a desire for nothingness?

A desire for escape?

First breath out.

5 watches stuck on the moment it ended, a wall clock that'll never be right again, an alarm clock that stopped ticking the moment it came into his hands.

I hope my love was ice cold and just the wound you needed, the wound that lets you know the only one you truly love is yourself.

I hope you get better, I hope I'm nothing but a feral dog to you now.

you called me the overly emotional one, the one who couldnt handle you. you called it YOUR relationship, as if it wasn't mine as well.

i saw what you liked, a post about over using flamboyant fluffy language to make issues seem smaller.

it's rapids call to me, the sunlight painting it in stunning strokes, it sings that i must keep on. i must continue to have hope.