I can feel it…
It’s getting stronger now...

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You always ask me why I’m sad...

Nobody knows
How much it hurts...

Pain… Tears… Hate… Fears…
Consuming my mind...

Ever since you left me
I thought I’d lost all hope...

Dear Eli;
I miss you...

In the morning, this girl wakes up,
Stumbles out of bed...

“I saw your arm,” she said to me.
“The fresh cuts upon your wrist...

My hand press up upon the glass
Cold upon my fingertips...

The wind whispered through the leaves
Of a million swaying, swinging trees...

She stared in the mirror, quickly
Wiping away a tear...

No matter how hard I try
Every day and every night...