since october, i have been trying to find a way to stop thinking about my friend, jo, because everytime i think about her and how she died, i break a little more and soon theres not going to be anything left. your poem made me break a little more, but in a good way. its a beautiful, painful poem. believe it or not, all this is me trying to compliment you and your poem.

Hmm, I don't know if this is about mental illness, or death, or just denying one's own true self. So many possibilities. Interesting piece.