Your silence grows in the orchard of my lonely

A reticulate overgrowth taking root

Sewn among my insecurities

In a row filled with every boy who could not love me

I will plant you there

#lonely #saltedfields #fuckboys #neveragain

Body aching

trash tossed aside

used up and broken

long forgotten are memories of pride

Can’t forget

Won’t forgive

My past still to fresh

My future still to far

The present haunts me with ghosts of

memories and nightmares I beg to forget,

To much to take

my once innocent young life so easily shattered.

She isn't suicidal

But maybe she is.

She won't cut herself

But maybe she will.

She won't pull the trigger.

But maybe she will.

She won't drink the poison.

But maybe she will.

She won't jump.

But maybe she will.

She won't take the pills

But maybe she will.

She won't hurt herself

But she already does.

She won't kill herself.

But she's already dead.