Words.
It’s amazing how I’ve always been so good at...

I keep telling myself not to look at the clock;
But it’s no use...

My nerves are shot.
I’m distressed and I’m hurting...

Comfort.
Thats the first thing i remember needing to feel...

I miss you in the purest form.
I miss seeing your eyes light up when you smile...

I wish I could hug you;
And heal your heart while I’m doing it...

“You don’t deserve to die”.
I repeat the words in my head over and over again...

I have a half eaten bag of peanut butter m&ms...
They’ve been there for three days...

I don’t think I’ve ever felt as much...
And you were nowhere to be seen...

I don’t want to open my eyes.
As I curl my knees to my chest and let the sobs...

Sometimes I miss you enough to where it’s...
where I can still feel the emotions rolling...

I painted a purple heart on my face
for you...