THEY TOOK IT

     No matter how many nights I spend writhing my hands and pulling my hair around, waiting for the drowsiness to kick in enough to fall nearly immediately asleep once I finally lay in the dark, I still feel that too familiar sting of a spiked whip rapping against me. Each time it falls back down, another hunk of my heart seems to go with it and leaves the soul's blood everywhere. But what am I other than a girl torturing herself with those thoughts in the dead of the night with the bright light on and too much snot everywhere? What's the point of a runny nose when you're crying, anyway? It's like the world wants to discourage it by turning your nose into a faucet for sticky bile. Is it right to cry every day?                                
                                                                                                                          
     I'm so afraid of forgetting everything. It seems that with every passing day, my memory is fleeting. It's terrifying. It feels like I'm slowly losing everything. It all sinks away into a drain I can't fit  my arm down. It's gone and I'm the only one that knew it existed so it's lost forever. Can I go home yet? Where did everyone go? Who was that, Brielle? Stargirl? Brielle was Stargirl? Did she tell you the skies were everything? Which way is home, brother. I've missed you a lot. Everything disappeared when she came. She took up everything I had. I'm so sorry! I'm so sorry I can't remember anything anymore! My friend took it! But it's not her fault, she was going to die. I'm so sorry.                                                                       
She made me fall out of love! How did it feel? I was so happy! Gosh! I hate this! Can I have it back?
OUT OUT OUT OUT IN IN IN                                                                        
PLEASE.                                                                                                           
     It wasn't her fault but she took it. I'm sorry, darling, the coats disintegrated again. No, I can't keep an eye on them, I just lose everything. What's the name for what's wrong with me? I'll bet you sixteen trots it's hard to pronounce. What's a trot? Where are my thoughts going?                            
                                                                                                                           
Time for quick write no time pencils up what did you write nothing do you know anything no ma'am.
Let's try again.                                                                                                   
     Strawberries why do those always come to mind Imogen Heap hmmmm yup I have that stuck in my head where was I oh brother you're so silly you're such a bird I probably look crazy no more bananas today that was funny when you tweeted that and why do you love it all so much? I wish I knew you. You're so kind. Haha, I'm a loser too, it's quite nice. I don't have quite a clue what I'm saying anymore. What even is an attention span she took it she took everything I'm so sorry she took it mom I'm so sorry. God.

GET ME OUT PLEASE I DON'T LIKE THIS ANYMORE I DON'T THINK I EVER DID.