she gave up trying to escape because pain is everywhere and with that being said she lays on her bed and if you tell her get a life she'll say she's already dead.
she's breaking at the shoulders all the pressure and depression is beginning to control her. she told me all she wants is to be able to feel and when she bleeds from her wrists, to be able to heal.
and that's when i told her one time,
"sooner or later, you'll be looking at the sunshine."
love is the movement and i hope that it is because if it isn't then she's running out of reasons to live.
