twenty.

you ran away.
but you'll always come back to this.

you hate mirrors
they show you what you don't want to see

so thin.
but you need to be thinner
so you can waste away
stop
existing.

hair falls across your face.
good
that way you don't have to see how ugly it is
and the bags beneath your sunken eyes
from crying crying crying
all the time.
(grow up)

in the darkness you can't see
but you can feel them
you remember
slashing
crying
hating
and when you stopped
you lay there
arms outstretched
wondering what they would say
wondering if they knew how much those words hurt
and wondering how you became their words.

how much longer until they see what you see?

someone broken
someone screaming

lashing out
hurting
pushing everyone away
("you're like a constantly ticking bomb. I never know when you're going to explode. It scares me, ***. You scare me.")
taking their pain
no one deserves to be hurt
except you
you're already broken

I'll hurt you
and in the end
you'll hate me
and if you won't




I'll make you hate me