Lovely

it was a год назад an after 2 really bad relationships (on here) I was done ready to give I сказал(-а) my goodbyes I had my bottle of pain pills and pepis ready to end my life at Главная I was going through abuse I was covered in bruises I figured my life wasn't worth living so I was done the night before I was ready to take my life I checked my Fanpop Стена and there was one post that сказал(-а) *im wounded* so I checked it this user had been dumped lied to hurt just like I had been I had never talked to this user before but now I was on his Стена posting a *what happened ans how can I help* a few posts back...

He stares at Ты a lot- He hits Ты a lot(playfully)- He uses the first thing that pops into his head to start a converstaion with you- He yelled, "HI"to your mom that день she picked Ты up from schoo- He blew off his buds to go see "Brown Sugar" with Ты cuz Ты couldn't get another girl pal to go and didn't want to go alone- He tries to make Ты laugh anyway even if he gets hurt in the process- His voice gets softer when ever Ты two talk-You hung up on him. He called Ты back- Ты where invited by him to a group outin- He called Ты to talk about nothing at all.- He imitates your laugh Which...

Poem-
Love is patient
Love is kind
Love is psycho
Plays with your mind.
I still need you
And Ты need me too.
Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
My fault, my grievous fault.
When you're hurt
By my hand
It's Mea Culpa, Mea Maxima Culpa.
To Любовь is to destroy.
It's a contradiction.
When I've tried my hardest to keep Ты safe
Shield Ты from the world outside
I try to kill those who breathe on you
I feel apathy.
You're warmth on my skin
Chills me within, I push Ты away
I run away from you, my fears of losing you
Overcome my Любовь for you
Cut myself, dreams of Ты deteriorating slowly kill me
Driving me insane
You ask of...