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.