“You have to move, get up.”
“I don’t want to.”
“This is sad you need to get over yourself.”
“I’m broken, and I don’t think I can be fixed.”
“Then fake it. Get up and put on a smile.”
“It hurts too much; I just want to cry.”
“No crying! It’s not worth it.”
“But I just can’t let go…”
“You have to move on. It’s the only way.”
“Please, all I want is five minutes to let it all out.”
“You’re pathetic. Fine. Five minutes.”
“Thank you,” said the heart.
“You’re welcome,” said the mind.
And the heart and mind cried together.
Just for five minutes.

And over time,
My pen stopped bleeding
But my heart didn't

I bow my head
The cold water hits the back of my skull

I gasp in a breath and feel the air sticking to my lungs

I look in the mirror
Two hollow cheekbones and high, cutting cheekbones

I can see my ribs.
Standing in a growing puddle,
I'm draining.

Soon I'll be empty

me.gs

They never tell you when you're young
That you lose your friends to life

To say I tried would be false
the urge was too great
my will
too weak
As I fight the wall that keeps me from my future
the coldness fills my lungs
and at that moment I realize the inevitable
The people I love fill my brain
replacing the blood that was once there
My mind drifts to a place of warmth and air
as my body drifts to the bottom of the frozen lake