Will, you still love me when it’s three in the morning and I’m crying so hard I can’t breathe?
Will you still love me
when I coat pillows in mascara and eyeliner because my mom decided to remind me how worthless she thinks I am?
Will you still love me when I shut you out and won’t explain to you why because I don’t want to bring you down?
Will you still love me when I can’t handle being strong and I find relief in razors instead of your arms?
Will you still love me when you know I have demons constantly lurking in my mind just waiting to mess everything up?
You are my everything.
I don’t want the darkness to mess this up.
I know that’s a big ask
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