It's so hard
not talking
with you.

But I know
it is for
the best.

"If you had the chance
to kill yourself

without hurting the people
you love,
would you do it?"

She whispered.
"In a heartbeat."

And then it all
started to fall apart
again.

"You don't understand,"
she'd tell them.
"You never will."

She'd think to herself,
they'll never know what it's like
to look in the mirror and break it.

To shatter your mirror because
you see demons in your eyes.
Ugliness in your thighs.

They'll never understand.

It's so hard
not talking
with you.

But I know,
yes, I know,
it is for
the best.