3:19
please don’t leave me.
you swing your legs, sitting on the high branch of the elm tree
we used to climb it a lot after school, when we were eleven.
are you saying you’d miss me? you teased.
yes, fucking yes, i would.
you pull some leaves off and throw them at me.
i love you, but i’m not going to like you if you leave.
you’re such a hypocrite, you laugh.
you stare at me in your rope necklace, looped around my favorite branch.
written from my experiences of having attempted suicide and also having two close friends attempt suicide
