Screaming out her name like a prayer, you just wish that she’d .n.o.t.i.c.e. y.o.u. and take you seriously (tell her you love her-
she’ll laugh in your face again(darling)) –you’re serious this time (razorblade clasped in your palm, prepared to do the
unthinkable-mutilation is your release) and wouldn’t it be wonderful if she cared? Lying, broken (they’ve shattered you) on
your bathroom floor with vomit on your breath, you’re crying and hurting and dying a little inside each day (but what else are
you going to do? Run to your mommy for comfort?) but they’ll never forget now, you think (smiling maniacally through your
tears as the razor bites into your flesh and cuts away the ugliness) “they’ll never forget what I’ve lost” (any innocence you
EVER had-and God’s turned his back on you(they tell you)and you’re a mistake-nature’s mistake and ’.it-)
They’re trying to change you but you’re stuck in your rut (maybe you’ll take to hiding behind some sort of mask (you’re an
Actress) to convince them that you’re as normal as the next girl (See, Mommy, I brought home a boy!))
and you .can’t. .get. .out. because where else is there to go (it’s your home or the hospital).

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A/N: Dear Never Forget What I Lost--I'm sorry-I lost the original, this is a mock up, but it's the best I can do on such short notice-I'll have the other up when I find it. But till then-this is for you.

My love, darling,
.alice is dying.