NATHAN.

“Fuck off. You don’t get it at all!” How the pain is
the only thing that eases this awful pressure. How
the blood makes him feel less numb. How he runs
his fingers over the fresh cuts and feels like he’s
finally ACCOMPLISHED something good. How much
he deserves the pain… “I’m not going to any HOSPITAL.- 
Fuck!” Even after his suicide attempt, his father had made
sure he wasn’t hospitalized to avoid a scandal. 

           ‘   don’t say i don’t get it—–

                          don’t—-     ‘

                   she feels them coming on. her eyes water,

                   kate’s anguish &&. sympathy birthing hot

                   tears, trailing down her cheeks. 

                             ‘  don’t do this to yourself—–

                                       don’t do this to me——-  ‘

                  she understands, she understands too

                  well. the marks that plagued his wrists,

                  they polluted her, as well. in more secretive

                  places, her thighs, her stomach. 

                  she looked almost desperate, eyes hollowed

                  &&. frightened. she looks the same. she gives

                  the same expression as she did those few

                 days ago, plastered against a white background

                 and posed for a camera. 

                                 ‘  i care, i really do. ‘ 

                 her neck is slick with her lament, shes holding 

                 onto his wrists, his blood covers her fingers.

                                 ‘  please—–you’ve got to

                                    believe me, you’ve got to

                                    believe that you’re beautiful.

                                    nathan, you’re so beautiful. ‘