I call and text you to talk to you, not to talk to...

Why is it over. Is it because we weren't meant to...

When the cold blade slides across the skin. When...

I'm sorry for what I have done to you. I wish I...

As I see it when I look in the mirror: ugly, fat...

The smell of whiskey on your breath. Your cold...

As I lay in bed, thinking of what you have done. I...

As I feel the blade agents my skin, and see the...