Don’t Do It

And the anxiety comes.

“Goodnight”

“What’s wrong?!”

“It doesn’t matter. Goodbye.”

“Don’t do it”

Don’t do it….then the world is supposed to be perfect. Don’t do it and all the pain will go away. Don’t do it and you will be okay…happy. Don’t do it, just simply don’t do it. I didn’t do it and I cry. The heart stopping, breath breaking, and body crippling me is still here. But everything is supposed to be perfect because he cares. He has to care because he said “don’t do it.” Don’t do it and I fell back into the burning hell inside my head, as I remain trapped under the blankets on my bed, as I feel parts of me die. Don’t do it, but I couldn’t control the part that did.

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