Fixed at Zero.

For everything I like about myself,

There's always something I hate.

I try my hardest to be perfect,

But what is perfect?

I want to impress my parents, 

But they don't believe in anything I do.

I want to follow my dreams,

But I'm only crushed by them.

I never want to be alone,

But with each passing day I feel lost.

I want to be able to keep my head above the waves,

But I feel like I'm drowning without a savior.

I want to be able to tell you all of these things,

But I know you'll never care.

Her dreams are far and few.

No matter how hard she pushed,
 no matter how far she ran, 
it would always find her.

It crawled

in her veins,

triggering emotions,

that she'd forgotten she could feel.

Through

will power,

she tried to stay away.

But her heart and

her mind

couldn't control it.

They couldn't control the urges,

they couldn't control the pain

it caused

She tried to drag herself,

half willing, half reluctant,

but she couldn't escape the

grief.

It coaxed her,

it called her name throughout the day,

It constantly brought her back in, because it was

the life support

that she needed,

the one that she craved,

like a lonely child

that she

couldn't get rid of.

Her heart, though trying to remain clear,

thumped slower in her chest because she 

needed

it running through her veins.

Like jumping off a bridge,

she was only

desperately

calling it's name.

Her throat was parched,

because she wanted, but

was

scared of having it,

in her grasp.

And even though it was slowly

killing

her spirits,

it still managed to hold on.

She felt that

her

heart was going to burst.

That her stomach was going to break.

And that she would end

slowly.