Your heart is ice.
Your soul is cold.
Your mind is frozen.
Your lips are breaking apart. You've finally felt something warm. You're on your knees fighting the dirt because you want the earth to feel what you feel. You can't seem to throw enough rocks, and you can't get a grip on your prep school t-shirt. Your eyes are darker than the night. You don't even remember what you were searching for.
You're breaking. And for the first time you're feeling what it's like to be human.
"Tell them I'm better.
And they don't have to worry.
These wounds are healing."
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