I can't look.

"I showed her how I'd been making tiny cuts in my skin to let the badness and pain leak out...It made it easier not to think about having my body and my family and my life stolen, it made it easier not to care."-Wintergirls by Laurie Halse Anderson.

 Jump over the pain and feelings, the unsaid distance.
Just tell me what's wrong, why do we not say love?

That's the only thing that keeps me raised up, is that word that I make believe that is swimming inside your head.

My hand is wet and your skin and breath is cold. I've never came this close.

I'm empty on stomach and heart.
I wrap myself in lights to fool everyone that I can still shine.

The stage probably never wants to see me again.
No one wants to see the fortunes I have left.

I want to fade into the atmosphere and be apart of the stars.
I want to need to.
I need to forget.

Listen to Cataracts by Andrew Bird.
The doctor said I have minor depression.
This is not small.

I am fucking broken.
I am alone.