bright eyes.

December 1, 2011
self-inflicted wounds,
daddy, are you coming back to me soon?
tonight, it’s almost a full moon.
there’s fireworks outside.
do you ever think of suicide?
yeah, but I don’t want to die.
darling, I love you.
you know it’s true.
I’ll even love you when
the sky is green and the grass is blue.
soft skin, bright eyes;
oh sweetie, don’t cry.
I know you tried,
I know you had enough;
but don’t give up.

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