We're all misinformed, we are Alice, in Wonderland,
with skinny wrists and stories to tell.
We're the person we accept,
and we never really figure out who we are.
I am, a fractured bone, not broken -
imperfect, demented and sore.

I lay in blankets,
in recovery,
in confusion,
inspired.

❝This is a story of a girl who turned out wrong,
because she only loved things that
couldn’t love her back.❞