This name is not the one my parents gave me.
That girl does not exist outside of their fantasies,
and the hells of the damned and dying: high school.
This name above is not the one this world knows;
they know that girl only as a number on a scale,
a grade on a paper,
a forest of scars scratched into her wrists -
I am not that girl!
This is me!
This is my soul.
I won't let them find it,
I won't let them take it from me.
I'm finally not alone.
I love you.
- i'll wait for you in wonderland
- JoinedOctober 10, 2014