forget me not.
that's the name of your favorite flowers.
well I wish I forget you.
I wish I forget your fucked up personality,
but mostly I wish I forget the pain.
the fucking pain.

you are calling me unloyal bitch who left you at your worst but have you seen my side of the story?
no, you didn't even try to understand.
understand how hard it was for me. I was going through lots of shits and you didn't even know because I was scared... scared to tell you.
scared that your self-harming will get worse if you know...

I was trying to help you I was trying so fucking hard and what I get?
I get your thighs covered in blood. and why? because of me, because I tried to help u and you responded with: I want to try but I know it won't get better so why?

you don't know what I was ready to do for you. sacrifice our friendship by telling someone about your scars to save you....

and now everytime I see these little innocent blue flowers in the grass I think of you and about your scars...


thanks for reading and sorry for bad grammar