sometimes i wonder how long you stood there.
if you just ran over the edge without a doubt in your mind that you wanted to end.
or if you stood there pondering, asking the universe and having it tell you that you shouldn't exist anymore.
fuck the universe.
i
want
you
here.
YOU ARE READING
i miss you
Poetryfor anyone out there struggling, please live. trigger warning: if you are sensitive to allusions to suicide or death than please avoid this book. i thought this was completed but turns out grieving takes a crap ton of time.
