Are you who you want to be ?

Are you?

If I could wake my mother up I would tell her that I’ve been trying to find myself in all the wrong places.

That the day we buried her in that casket after that one long boring summer I lost myself and how my wrist never stop from bleeding.

The way blood drips down them like sweat with a sort of belongness’s tied

-the girl in the corner

In life

We all have that one person.