last night i cut myself 20 times.
every time i pushed harder and harder.
wanted to see more and more blood.
i just want her back.
i want her to whisper in my ear,
"i love you,"
and sound like she means it.
i don't know how much longer i can hold together
all the fragile, taped together pieces of me,
hiding behind a fake smile,
before i completely fall apart...