oh, death.

c h a p t e r e l e v e n

I'm a murderer

I killed the old me

The one who smiled often

Who didn't push her friends away

Now, she's dead

Her eyes are dull and blank

She rarely (if not at all) smiles

She doesn't believe compliments

She's not comfortable in her own skin

I'm a murderer

She's gone

She's never coming back