2:50

2:50 AM

My head on my pillow, my nose in encased in the lavender and my thoughts miles away.

Where are you?

Are you okay?

Are you feeling better?

Can I help you?

I know, I should've been there for you before you tried to end it but I've been moving forward.

How can I know when you need my help when I'm not a round anymore?

I no longer get a knot in the pit of my stomach when you're in trouble.

For the string that connected us so tightly, for so long snapped worn thin from being tugged so many times.

I feel like it's my fault. I should have known. I should have had a inclination, but I'm not a superhero.

I'm a girl in college miles away from a boy who needs help.

Needless to say, I wish you had told me before you picked up the knife.