Oh dear god

Oh dear god

The mental hospital is were I could never imagine going.

I can only hope she's doing great. 

I hope she's getting better her crooked smile and my belt she wears so proudly not knowing how it makes my stomach flip.

Her fabric bracelets that I know what they truly hide, the truth behind of mask of calm.

I know the real her. 

The her she doesn't quite want to show but it shines through brighter than any star to me.

I can only imagine her shortish hair falling over her eyes, I want her to get better. That's all I want ever.

I want her to feel all better I wish I could do that for her. I want her to feel better.

I wish I had every power to make her feel better.

Making her feel better, all better is better than any sum of money.

I want to hold and, it's gonna be okay is all she hears. 

Hopefully it's so true.

the words burn in my throat foreshadowing visible.

I want my girl to feel all 

better.

C+A<3

I wish we were together, fuck.