Wipe the mascara off your face. You’re just living in a bad dream. Bruises all over your arms from pinching yourself to try and wake up. It’s just part of your aesthetic so we all just go with it. You don’t understand anymore. You don’t understand anymore. You don’t understand anymore. How could you after everything that has happened ? It’s not like any of us deserved better- no one owes you a thing. Now you’re building mountains with all the stones they threw at you. Im just trying to figure it all out before I decide to climb the steepest one. Please don’t act like you’re some sort of dreamer because you’ve only ever lived in a nightmare. So intertwined with the saddest parts of it all that you forgot to be happy. Hold my hand before we jump and tell me how graceful falling can be. Always falling. Watching stones falling from your highest peak. Sobbing in a bathroom stall because you can’t tell the difference and I don’t know you like I used to. I never wanted to, anyways. -AMT