Do you remember me,
when you held me
as I cried?
No, you don't
I know better now
that is why
I lay
six feet down
with my flesh
rotting away.
Do you remember,
when you frist caught me
with that razorblade?
No, you don't.
But I still remind you
of you.
And I know that scares you.
Do you remember
all those times
I was there for you?
No, you don't.
So let me show you
that I can help
from beyond my grave.
Author notes
this is personal.... my personal pain.... what more can i say.....
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