Everything inside me is a knife or an edge or the edge of a knife and none of it is safe inside me. I try to remove it to no avail. Screaming inside battered pieces. But I never understand. It's dead. I killed It. That part of my life never existed. I shed no tears. I learned to never show pain. I wiped it from my memory. Why does the ache kneel in distress so. Why does it open its gaping eyes. It has no lashes. I can feel it and it never did have protection against that day funneled deep inside unreality. You should haunt someone else because I have no haunts and no pain. I survive with memory gone. I took the memory and put a weight against it and drowned it forever. Why does it raise its arms up against the storm and pierce me with its hold. You stupid girl, let go of me. I never cared for you and your love that stung like salt water. And now those tears, they are mine I captured them and you never get them back. I took your ability to call for help and with it your need to cry. I am you but you are no longer yourself. Just get it over with, you weren't worth anything but my lashes, even that was more attention than you earned.