Do you remember? Do you remember the world before the poison?
I wonder if anybody else feels this way, if anyone in here is as scared as I am. Are they as sad and angry and confused and ashamed? Is that even possible? Is it even possible for one building to hold all that pain?
Phones are only good for ordering pizza and telling someone you’re running late
Do you remember? Do you remember the world before the dark? Do you remember the world with mothers and fathers and stillness that did not feel like death?
I’d love to wrap myself inside your sadness and pretend it is mine
What if I can’t ever be who you want me to be? What if I keep letting you down?
All I know is I want you to be happy, and if I could do anything to give that to you, I would.
I don’t know if anyone can ever really explain why they believe in someone. But I do. I believe in you. I hope that’s worth something.
They said the doctors could tell from the scars.””Stop.””Scars can tell you how old the wound is.””Stop.””When I stopped going to school, they came and found me. They found me in the closet.””Sarah.
There is a whole other world with an entirely different version of me, a me that is not pretty, a me that no boys want, a me she would never talk to.
Your boyfriend smells bad, says Sarah as she sniffs the armpit of the giant sweatshirt.All boys smell bad I say and she nods her head like we have just figured out something very important.
Imagine trying to live without air.Now imagine something worse.
Getting rid of the drugs doesn’t get rid of all the other ways you learned to deal with the world. It’s not that easy.
…and I know -I just know- you can remind me what it feels like to have someone look at me and love me with wanting me to be something else.