You must walk alone to find your soul.
They say they have noticed me drawing. I almost tell them right then and there. They noticed.
I wanted to pull down a book, open it proper, and gobble up page after page
I inscribe three lines, hush hush hush, into my skin. Ghosts trickle out.
I wish adults would spend less energy freaking out about the cutting itself and work harder to understand what drives kids to self-harm.
I won the wintergirl trip over the border into dangerland.