Andy broke up with me today. He said we can be "just friends."
I couldn't stop crying. I made a hundred little mistakes. Every time I tried to stop that voice inside my head- my demon- would say, "you missed a spot." I warned him that if he gave up on me, I would give up on me too.
When we got off of the phone, I told him that I loved him but he hung up. He didn't say it back. I left my phone on the counter across from my bathroom for my mom to take it. But this time she didn't. So after I got out of the shower, I looked at it. It read:
"I love you too ❤️" twice.
All I could do was think to myself,
"Too late."
I flashed back to when I was crying to him.
"Andy," I begged, "please don't. There are razors in my shower..."
Over and over again I begged.
Every time I brought the silver to my skin, I whispered,
"I'm sorry."
It wasn't for me, it was for him. Even though he couldn't hear me.
At the park today I cried for help over and over again. He didn't get there soon enough.
I gave up.
I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorryI'm sorryI'm sorryI'm sorryI'm sorryI'm sorryI'm sorryI'm sorry I'm so done I'm sorry I gave up.
I'm sorry.
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Evolution
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