2:08 AM


2:08 AM
At times like this I wish for you to come back and hold me.
I wish for you to tell me that everything is going to be okay.
When I'm holding the blade to my wrist, I wish for you to come and stay up with me all night.
I wish for you to talk to me about your favorite bands and your favorite Nirvana song 
(which better not be Smells Like Teen Spirit)
I wish for you to come and we can lay out on my roof and get high. I wish we could go and hate the world together. Us against the world.
This will never happen though because while the blood drips down my wrist and leg, you're with her.


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