…died today. I die everyday. I cut myself open and pour burning liquor on my wounds every Tuesday. I'm dying and you all see it, but I smile and wave as my veins drain themselves of their purple blue pigment. I cried yesterday. I cry most days. I bleed tears and scream I'm lonely but that only happens on Mondays. My legs don't move, I crawl to my bed. These Thursdays are how I get the comfort that I've never had. Saturday tells me all my wishes will be granted but mine are buried in a cemetery tethered to my…

By Shiann