Escapism.
15, scarred, starved, hopeless, existing. I'm torn between fighting and giving up.  denied.

Dear Emma,

I hate seeing you sick like this, I actually wish that I could get sick instead of you because you absolutely deserve no pain at all. I wish that I could cuddle up in bed next to you and make you feel better and make you laugh and raise your mood. I wish I could take away all the pain from you because you really don’t deserve all of this crap. I owe you so much, you held me while I cried, gave me a reason to live, listened through my endless rants and I love you <3

I hope you get better soon sweet pea :) 

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