sakara-chan

I've been roaming around, trying to catch all the pieces left behind,   Instead all I see,  silence where laughter used to be, The void that takes up your space, this foreign mask where I can't see your face,        Painted smiles, lying eyes, the things that you wont hide,       Because I'm not sure how to fix you, I'm not sure what's my next move,    I'm not sure of anything that you've left me,  I can't fix these quiet rooms,    This air of empty space if there is any,  All you've give me is a path without a purpose, Do you even want to be fixed? Can I stop this wound from taking over?  Is this a battle I can't win? I

Dear Stars, I have a bone to pick with you. You see, when I was six, I called myself the nowhere girl... and I coloured myself a soulmate. I made him on crumpled sheets, with broken pieces of crayon, on a playground that was too busy wondering whether growing up entailed stealing their mother's cigarettes and their father's dirty magazines (I suppose I was already wise enough to know that growing up meant choosing one of the many ways of breaking yourself in two.) I hope you remember him, stars...he was important to me (My best friend threw that drawing away on my seventh birthday and told me that someone like me was not supposed to have su