there's no reason for
her to be alive again.
it's been three days,
and no she spends
six hours in therapy everyday.
she sat in therapy once more,
and spoke aloud instead
of writing it on a note and
sliding it over. she crossed
her legs and her arms,
flipping the hair out of her
face.
"some people just aren't
meant to live, and i'm one
of those people."
and all the therapist
could do was agree.
