I'm not a cutter. This is for my friend.
the blade slices through my porcelain skin. fresh...

We´ve been best friends...
Growing up together, learning together, living...

Your smile fades
along with the day...

I miss my Auntie Ann visiting every month,
And cuddling up with her when I have a bad dream...

Seeing her face for the first time in a long time.
it was like the first day of summer break...

I nervously walk up to those big front doors.
it´s only been two weeks...

Everytime i hear the phone ring
i´m almost afraid to pick it up...