Sad nights alone
Thinking of you.
Thinking of how much you used to love me.
Thinking of how much you needed me.
But now?
All it is
Is sad nights and
Deep cuts and
Unhealthy beating hearts and
Broken wrists and
Burning tears and
Bloody blades.
But how am I supposed to know how to stop?
Without someone to stop me,
I don't know any better.
I don't understand that this will hurt someone else too.
I don't have anyone to stop me and yell at me for it.
I don't have someone to stop me and hold me while we both cry.
I don't have anyone to love me.
At least...
Not anymore.