Gossip Is The Foul Smell From The

Apologies Mean Nothing If You Don't Mean It.

Revision Means Throwing Out The Boring Crap And Making What’s Left Sound Natural.

You’re Not Dead, But You’re Not Alive, Either. You’re A Wintergirl.

I Don't Say Anything And I Feel Awful. I Tell Somebody And I Feel Worse. I'm Having Trouble Finding A Middle Ground.

I Open A Paperclip And Scratch It Across The Inside Of My Left Wrist. Pitiful. If A Suicide Attempt Is A Cry For Help, Then What Is This. A Whimper, A Peep? I Draw Little Window Cracks Of Blood, Etching Line After Line Until It Stops Hurting.