𝖌𝖚𝖎𝖑𝖙𝐲 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖎𝖓

i think i am scared. i have fought monsters, but i do not want to face my father.

and i feel her inside of my wrists and at the backs of my eyes.

you mean so much to me ，i hope you don’t forget that.

ugly angels spoke to me. the blame, i heard them say, was mine.

she's calling out to me. i can feel it.

who's the real you? the person who did something awful， or the one who's horrified by the awful thing you did? is one part of you allowed to forgive the other?

the only peace i have ever known is the peace i made with you.

do not pray anymore; the sky is deaf.

the victim of a slow , purposeful erasure .

you asked why i’m tough . i’ll tell you . it’s because i didn’t have someone to guide me , so i kept making mistakes . nonetheless , i must walk ahead of my little brothers . that’s why i’m strong .

i’d follow her into the fire if she asked.

the pain will remind us of each other． when we meet later， if there is a later， we will recognize each other by it．

the land knows who sinned first.

i cannot seem to contort myself back into the shape of a dutiful child， i am coming unraveled， i am coming undone．

mom, i'll be quiet it would be just to sleep at night and i'll leave once i figure out how to pay for my own life too

you're my best friend that i'll never not be in love with.

i guess, i guess i guess, this is the end i'll have to learn to be somebody else