Did you know it was my death dress?Did you know that this little white dress you call so beautiful and you said it looked great on me?I wanted to die inside it…I still think that if I slit my wrists the dress will be painted by my blood it will be my last piece of art….
And I miss you…I miss you I miss you..Sometimes more than others,sometimes I feel like I dont and than I look at your picture and I wanna cry.I wanna cry cause youre far away and I can do nothing bit wait..
I remember…I remember ot all and clearly!I remember being sooo alone that I was hugging the closet’s door preteting I was hugging someone…not someone in particular anyone realy as if somebody was there to cofort me and i would let all my tears fall out and i would see and hear the terdrops touch the door and the more I cried the more I realised how pathetic that was….How alone I was nobody gave a fuck I got hospitilized and nobody visited me no one even called…I hate rembering these…I hate it..!
Who did that to you? Who fucked you up so bad, emotionally and mentally that you’ve completely shut down anyone who tries to help you. You don’t talk about your feelings, you push kind people away, and you let negative people in. You refuse to open up and let someone love or care about you. Who fucking did that to you?
I dont know..!