Why,
Why,
Why,
Why.
I smash my empty glass on the floor
'Why am I here?'
'Why doesn't anyone care?'
'Why couldn't I have died?'
'Why does my heart hurt so much?'
I carve into my hands with broken glass, letting my thoughts cover them with blood and tears.
.What a charming color.
Blood runs down my wrists and drips onto my blankets and shirt, but it's still not enough, I have more on my my mind, so I keep at it. making my mental pain physical.
I'm feeling light headed by the time I run out of writing space on my hands, but I continue up my wrists pressing to free myself from the mental cage I've created.
My hand spasms and I drop my piece of glass...
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Poppy Seed Muffins
AdventureA world of confusion and forgotten memories sends Jordan into a downward spiral as she tries to rediscover her past. Will she ever know who she was? or will she live the rest of her life clueless and confused?
