I want you to breathe me in and let me go
Get high off me, lose control
Remember those feelings that you used to know
Remember those actions that you used to show
Remember what kept me here
Before I go
“I meant to say, ‘Please stay.’ That’s all I could think in my head. But I could feel my lips open and I could hear myself say ‘Alright. Go then. Bye”
Relapses suck. Cons of being an avid self harmer. I will never have my arm healed for a tattoo.