gabby,
i wrote this for you because i know you will always attempt to understand no matter what. i also know that can hurt you and so, this is me attempting to understand.
i hope i did you proud.
love, sarah.
“the feeling of helplessness when having to watch someone you love self destruct and having exhausted all means of helping or getting through to them.”
i am knocking gently on the door of an empty house and i know you will never answer. you tick away silently in corners of rooms and corridors full of dust. slowly becoming a minute too late and an hour too soon. moving with the harshness of an axe, you chop chop chop into me. the chunks torn from my being with no thought and vile from your touch. your brain is full of bile, the drip drip dripping short circuiting and drowning your body in it’s own filth. the wires put back half-heartedly, convincing me for a breath or so of your façade. the trickling of your heart down your spine and into the pit of your stomach makes you silent. leaving a blank solid box to rule your mind like a dictator, executing what i have loved from the start.
