Brooklyn, New York.
Instagram - @insvnitykillsx_
Senior'14, mixed, 18 y/o, XII.VI
TELL ME THAT SCHOOL ISN’T HARD
I KNOW YOU’RE GROWN UP
I KNOW YOU ARE MY PARENT
I KNOW YOU’VE ALREADY BEEN THROUGH THIS PART OF LIFE
BUT SCHOOL HAS GOTTEN HARDER
AND TEACHERS ARE UNFAIR TO ME AND ASSIGN TOO MUCH
AND THEY DON’T UNDERSTAND THAT WHEN I AM TIRED
I CANNOT DO WORK
I CANNOT SUCCEED ON A TEST
I CANNOT FUNCTION
Not everyone who comes into your life, came wanting to stay. Same way that not everyone that gone, wanted to leave.
My therapist asked me to tell her about you, and i wanted to tell her that you broke my heart. I wanted to tell her about the things you did, that made me so fucking mad. I wanted to tell her about the way you gave up on me, but instead, i told her that your eyes were the most beautiful thing i’d ever seen and about your hands, i told her about your laugh, about how you hated the way i lost my mind sometimes. I told her you were the best person i’d ever had the chance to meet, though few people realized that. I told her you were the only thing i thought about when one shot had turned into four and four had turned into ten. I told her about that time you said you loved me, and i told her that you made me feel pain in places i did not know existed. I told her your hair curled perfectly, and your voice made me feel like a child on christmas day. I told her i loved you. All of you. And i was thankful for the couple months you stayed.
What if you didn’t run? What if just this once you didn’t push me away and you stayed.