the stabbing in my head continues on,
but i'm not dead
curled up in a ball
in my room
on the floor
too small to kill myself
too afraid to keep cutting
the world around me travels
but i stay,
motionless
alone.
i don't want to see you with her
and people don't look close enough to see me
so
i close my eyes a little too tightly,
but i always,
always,
wake up.