Tell Me, Alice
It wasn't like I wanted life to be this way.
It's not like I asked for this.
If someone told me there would be a reason I could have never lived, I would take it in a heartbeat.
He only got in the way, he wanted to fix me, he wanted to believe that he could fix me.
But he was wrong, I wasn't just a broken puzzle, just missing a few pieces.
I was made to be incomplete, there were no pieces in the first place.
How can you fix something if there's nothing to fix?
Hi, my name is Alice, or at least I think it is.
I've come to a point of my life where I can't be sure of anything.
Not even my name.
So, I think that my name is Alice.
And this is my story.
Cover made by: The Author because nobody would do it for me