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I am just like her—

Trapped in a sea of white. 

My mind is just as frayed—

My heart just as sliced. 

By the glittering blades

That contrived all her words.

The letters of her thoughts,

I don't have a favorite word, 

And I used to think I liked them all. 

But my whole body starts to fall, 

At the small whisper of why. 

Why are you crying?

Why do you hide?

My computer is dead again, 

It's another excuse not to write. 

My hand is cramping from playing, 

But all the songs don't sound right. 

They don't quite understand it, 

"Why are you sad, my dear?"

My mother asks me again and again, 

But my mouth won't open; you can't hear

the words that are caught in a cold, metal chain. 

I can't tell her how hard I yearn

I can't breathe, 

I haven't felt like this in a while. 

I thought it was getting better, 

But I'm still drowning in screams. 

Breathe, 

Take some air, you deserve it. 

The flower petal was from a lily, 

It was white, light, and innocent. 

It floated on the top of loathsome water, 

It appeared lonely, slowly deteriorating there.