I knew I was not the only one with a problem, if that is what it is called
In fact, knowing that gave me an eerie connection to these other ghosts of girls who go without, who hurt
Overwhelming addiction to the ideal
Ignorance from the people who were supposed to care, or even pretend they did
In the end, or very near it, I felt as if I owed something to the others, dead, living, verging on another episode
My story
Even a few lines would suffice
Silence would mock them and me and all the helk we had been through
So with my voice are the pieces of my darker days I rest here to show that survival is possible, that life is a choice, that endings don't have to be ceasing heartbeats
They can be beginnings

-cj