I remember the smell. The smell of eggs and bacon as I arose each morning in your arms. I remember the laughter of your baby siblings when we would dance around the house and sing loving duets to each other. I remember you holding me in your arms as I pleaded to you how sorry I was for ripping my skin apart trying to leave this horrid world. I remember kissing your lips. I remember how the top one would curve to the right only slightly. But now im stuck. Im stuck with the smell of rain and sorrow, with empty arms. Im stuck with the burning silence of only the voices in my head. Im stuck with ripped up legs and no body to care for me. Im stuck with no lips to kiss and curve and im stuck with empty arms.