but he can't
he is addicted to it.
he's fine when he's with
someone
its just.
when they leave
and the door
closes
the feeling of loneliness
seeps through the cracks
takes over his mind
controls him
uses him
hurts him
breaks him
till nothing is l
e
f
t
but
blood soaked sheets
and
tear stained pillows
and a shaky hand
resting a
bloody blade
on his
bedside table
with a broken heart full of broken promises
and a doctors appointment card ripped up on the floor.
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