Trying to stay sane is so difficult.
All I want to do is scream.
When I use this knife against my skin,
I feel as if I can let out what's inside,
At least a little bit.
I'm also punishing myself.
Punishing myself for these stupid decisions I have made,
In my short, short lifetime.
And I feel like there is something in me,
Dying to get out.
But I have no idea what it could be.
Maybe it's just my thoughts,
Or maybe it's the real Jordan..
Wanting to be seen..
But what even is the real Jordan?
Is she under all this darkness?
   Or is this darkness..
**Me?