Hannah Eichenauer (10/02/97 / Valencia, PA)
You killed me
I started drinking just to stay with you.
I started cutting just to cope with you.
I started being distant.
And when all of that was said and done, somehow it was my fault.
It was my fault that we broke up.
If you couldn't have me, then no one can, you said.
I didn't die because of me.
I died because of you.
If I blamed you instead of me, maybe I would have left you, and I would still be alive.
I guess somewhere it was my fault.
I could have done more things to please you.
I could have been prettier or skinnier.
I could have done something, anything, just to be with you still.
But I'm gone, so it doesn't matter what I do now.
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