ERROR.
ERROR.
ERROR.
I SAY THIS OVER AND OVER.
WHEN I'M ANXIOUS,
WHEN I'M SAD,
WHEN I'M RESTLESS,
WHEN I CAN'T SLEEP.

ERROR.
ERROR.
ERROR.
ERROR, CONSTANTLY.
ERROR, UNTITLED.
ERROR, NINE REASONS.
ERROR, REASON FORTY FIVE.
ERROR.
ERROR.
ERROR.

EVERYTHING WAS LOST AND GAINED AGAIN.
EVERYTHING WAS NOTHING AND WHEN IT BECAME
SOMETHING, MY BONES STARTED TO CRACK AND BREAK.
THEY WERE BRITTLE.
ERROR: BRITTLE BONES.

ERROR.
ERROR.
ERROR.
THE MEDICINE THE DOCTOR GAVE YOU
WASN'T ENOUGH AND NOW
YOU'RE STILL IN YOUR LIVING HELL
BUT CONTEMPLATING OPENING
YOUR WRISTS AND LETTING IT ALL GO.
ERROR.
ERROR.
ERROR.
THE LONELY FEELING STILL HASN'T SUNK
AND THE THINGS ABOUT
"GETTING BETTER" WHERE ONLY TO REASSURE
THE BROKEN MIND THAT
REALLY, THERE IS NO GETTING BETTER, YOU MUST,
ONE, PERSUADE YOUR
MIND THAT POSITIVITY IS REALLY AN EXCELLENT THING
THAT EVEN THE
ANGRIEST AND MOST SADDEST PERSON
CAN ACHIEVE.

BREATHE.
THINK OF NO ERRORS.
ERRORS ARE WHEN YOUR BREATHING IS DISABLED,
WHEN YOUR SMILE IS FROZEN,
WHEN YOUR BODY WON'T MOVE.

YOU ARE STRONG.

YOU ARE NOT AN ERROR.

I was too young to hate, falling asleep afraid, my dreams never stayed straight, they contorted and they twisted, then the monsters would come and visit,I'd blink and appear in an asylum, hugging the walls in the dark it starts, I'd only be able to hear them, no light and I could never see any windows to know if it was day or night but hearing the sounds would make me take dirt and push it in my eyes to banish my sight, I start to hear the footsteps as they circled around me so I'd stand still in hopes they couldn't hear me but they would mimic my families voices so I couldn't help but reach out and that's when I'd feel something dry and slimy, I'd scream as I notice its loose skin that I'm touching and the tears would wash out the dirt and leave my eyes blurry and grimy, a labyrinth of horrors separated me from the world and my sanity, locked away with the worst things my imagination could conjure, I'd wake up to my parents shaking me and yelling to snap out of it but I'd only see shadows and something separating the head from my fathers shoulders, as a child my sanity was very narrow, nothings worse than trying to sleep at night but instead you see a man sever the leg to your mother then trying to **** out all the bone marrow, I couldn't escape, and every day for so many years I had to suffer at night whenever the black curtains would fall and suffocate, I was too young when I learned to hate, I hated to be me when I wasn't me and I hated to be seen when it wasn't really me, that's when i learned what it was like to be your worst enemy, before I was eight I already felt like I was one big error, I would stay up late but my eyes would fall and my dreams would terminate as I fell into another night terror.