I don't want it to be over.

I find myself thinking,
About you and me,
I find myself thinking,
About the way we used to be.

Not a day in the last eight weeks,
Have you not crossed my mind,
Not a day in the last eight weeks,
Have I not broke down and cried.

Everytime you said you were over me,
I couldn't help but wish i was too,
Would have been better with honesty.

Seven weeks and three days,
I did something that I can't change,
full of regrets and self-hate,
Wish I could go back and change.

I believed you when you said,
It was reall over,
I spent six days,
Avoiding being sober,
I drunk myself to sleep,
With tears in my eyes, a lump in my throat,
I needed to tell you, You deserved to know.

The things you said to me,
Were cold and full of hate,
They drove me so low,
into the ground,
I gave up on all that surrounds.

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8 weeks later and this is the first piece ive felt strong enough to write.
After 7 weeks and three days :/ I messed up so bad.
I would do anything to go back and change it.
After five years, I started self harming again.
And after eight weeks i can almost eat two meals a day.
I don't want to make it through.

Dan ♥ I love you. I wish you could see it.