when winter comes and you're not here to warm me I'll go find the patient and gracious sun, waiting, like always, to kiss the parts of me, hands, eyelids, forehead, that miss you most
I think I am happy but god I can't breathe a lot of the time
i wake up feeling rested next to a person i love who loves me back i get out of bed and the floor is not cold and sunshine bleeds through the blinds i see myself in a mirror and love myself i don't feel unwanted i go to a job that i love i see friends that make me feel like i belong i know life is worth living i look forward to the next day
in a perfect world i'd be happy one day i pray to make this a reality
but that handle was made for his hand hand - handle handle - hand
the fingers would close around it to never let go It had to have flesh around it at all times But the blade... the blade was still naked. He couldn't let the blade naked It wasn't fair
"So that's why you stabbed your mommy then?" the psychiatrist asked him.