So, this guy sent me a text.
Here is how it goes:
If a kiss was a raindrop, I'd send you a shower.
If a hug was a second, I'd send you an hour.
If a smile was water, i'd send you the sea.
If you need love, i'd send you me.
This guy is here for me.
He knows what makes me smile.
Can't you see.
I wanna be with him for quiet awhile.
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Just need to write out how I feel....
It's been a while since i've seen your face.
Too long for me to handle.
I see you, feel you, hear you around my room.
Almost like you're there with me,
protecting me.
That thursday night, while i was in the shower.
You came over to see my mom,
I had no idea..
After a couple days, i was up late, 12 am to be exact.
I saw my mom speed out of the drive way.
I waited, and waited... and waited for her to come home,
to ask why she left so late, so quickly, without telling anyone
else.
As my mom walked through the door.
Her broken voice spoke hurtful words.
"Uncle Gary Killed Himself. He's Dead."
I cried, and cried, and i told my brother,
and my mom, and brother and i stayed up until sunrise,
and got some rest.
If only i can take that back.
If only i can show you i really cared.
How hurt your daughters , your family, your friends would be,
maybe you would
be here right now..
Maybe i would end the sadness.
I just want to hug you one more time, and tell you I love you.
. . . bu t i t 's him I want
His smile
His hair
His eyes
His body
His humor
The way he makes me laugh
The way he knows me
He knows when I'm sad
He knows how to cheer me up
He knows when to cheer me up
The nicknames he gives me
The joyful tears he makes me cry
The cheesy jokes he makes
The way he misses me, when he hasn't seen me in person
He makes me feel like someone special.
He makes me want to live each day, with him.
Falling asleep in his arms
Walking down the school halls next to him
and waking up by his side
If I could run away to him I would.
You see the happy, smiley, girl who's always laughing?
She cuts her wirsts wishing for her life to end.
You see the girl who doesn't do her homework.
She thinks she won't be living to fail the grade anyways.
The awkward quiet girl.
She can't stop thinking about the millions upon millions of
things happening in her life.
That girl who is abusive.
She was hurt in her past, and doesn't want to be in that
position again.
All of these are based on me,
how I feel,
What people see, but don't know.
Here's my story, read it or not, I just want to be heard.
And of course express what i've been hiding.
I can't stop thinking bad, I hate my life, every little
thing.
I've though about suicide, came close to attempting,
I've cut, i dug "kill me" into my arm,
I'm not afraid to wear t-shirts either.
I try to make the best out fo my life,
It's real difficult, I walk a trail alone, not because i AM
alone,
but because i don't have anyone here by my side, right when i
need them.
There's one person, who i wish was by my side to help me
24/7,
he lives in Misssouri which sucks because that's far from
Maine, of course.
Matt is my best friend, no doubt about it .
I'm ignored CONSTANTLY.
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It's like i don't know what to do anymore. );