The strength in me died that night.
I can’t get it out of my head how he is better than me.
Why am I so inferior, but made out to be better?
Does that even make sense? Is it even possible.
He tilts his head back and screams out a frustrated roar taking the dagger pressing the side of it on his chest and pulling at it.
Letting the length of the blade cut through my skin releasing the blood.
I can’t stand this.
I need to be better.
I need to rip off my jaw, tear off my shoulders, and make myself stronger.
I can’t fix these things with anything of this world.
So I’ll fix it with my knife.
Cut it out and make myself perfect for you.
Just rip me apart and piece me together like your favorite puzzle.
I live for you and die for you, so please… kill me softly and arrange me the way you want.
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