dear m, (irl)
you’ve been worrying over me more then usual
you were the first person who knew when I started cutting
smacked where I cut and I screamed
you said you’d do that everytime now
and you have
when I was gonna kill myself f sent you to the bathroom
I was crying, sobbing, and I just couldn’t do anything
and you knew what to do, be there
you didn’t need to say anything, just be there
f does it to
he doesn’t say anything
he just sits by me, waits for me to calm down, waits for when I’m ready, then comes with me
it’s just what you two do I guess but
thanks for being here constantly
and texting me everyday now
you’re worse then f, and god does he worry
thank you again
and my apologies for this