Don't give me a note three weeks from now saying you still need me.

Don't do that.

Leave me here.

Let me drown in myself. 

Let me cut my wrists so the bitterness can bleed out.

Don't send your friends to tell me you're sorry.

Don't do that.

Leave me here.

Let me run harder and faster at soccer, trying to burn out the pain.

Let me tear at my clothes and hair, screaming into a pillow.

Don't ever talk to me again.

Don't do that.

Let me wallow in my despair.

Then let me get up.

Let me keep moving.

Let me keep breathing.

Even though every breath reminds me that I can't live without you.