Burning flesh, searing pain
i want to do it all again...

**this poem is dedicated to Carrie Tetley**
**Care, if you're reading this, give me a call or...

My laughter, for this blood you'll trade
so kill me, stab me, with a blade...

Will i ever be good enough?
will i ever do it right...

I tried
I couldn't make it deep enough...

This letter is to anyone.. or no one.. i don't...
i should probably be back in the hospital right...

- i sit on the lid of the toilet and begin to cut...
even as i begin to clean the wounds, the rush of...

Slit my wrists
Slit them deep...

What if I can't get over this?
What if I don't know what to do...

There are bombs
Going off all around...

**This is a true story, a real poem, written from...
Rachael- "Hey, Katie, what are those...

I wear a mask
you cannot see...