These Are My Confessions

I can do this.
I know that I can do it.
There are just those little reminders everyday that make me hurt.
Songs we listened to together.
Books we laughed about.
Our matching Harry POtter Bedspreads and sheets.
And the photos.
All the photos.
All of them.
I just wish I had someone who could hold my hand.
Through all of this.
Through every minute.
Because the people I need the most, they're just making this harder.
What they do makes me sick.
I just want you back.
Make this better.
That's all I want.
Is to be better.
And not broken.
Into one million
tiny tiny tiny pieces.

You see my silent plea for help,
you see my superficial smile as I don't want anyone to know.
You see me empty and alone.
And you still sit there.
And laugh with me, fight me, but when I want to talk you seem to disappear.
And I need this.
Just for two minutes.

'These are my confessions

I just want to live while I'm alive

It's my life'