And maybe we write about these things
Turn these things into movies
and books to watch our own demons fall away
To watch them decay on their own
and die knowing that we exist in something outside of ourselves
To know that we aren’t the only ones suffering,
even if our characters die off
or their stories simply never continue
I know I’m not just broken bones
fixated to a broken heart
and a dead girl\'s fairytale
I made my own movies
from paper skin,
drugged up princess,
cardboard princes,
plastic smiles
and denial
and somehow,
I am still alive.