I can't believe
It's been 8 months
And I still cry when I read
The chats and the letters.
I still cry when i remember
Being held tight because you didn't want to leave,
Not just yet.
I still cry
When I remember you calling me as soon as you got home
Saying you already missed me.
I still cry
When you treat me like one of the guys.
Because I know
That no relationship
Will compare to ours
And no heartache will compare
To mine
Thanks for breaking my heart.
And thanks for the nights i spent awake with a razor blade to my skin wishing you would see how badly I needed you
Just to stay sane.
Just to feel safe.
Instead I hold tight to the flashy hug of the razor
As it pulls at my skin.
And I secretly hope that one day
I'll accidentally cut deep enough to end
All of this.
Because it's too much.
And all your fault.
All your fault I cut
And Tried to kill myself.
All your fault the only other guy I acctually liked
Was a player.
All your fault I set myself up to be hurt.
Because my heart can't be broken
If it hasn't been whole
Since January 15th,2010.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
love your poem very touching but i hope its not true