You won't know

I'm so far gone now, you'll never ever be able to find me. I'm so far gone now, that not even I can recognize my own reflection. I'm bloody, i'm battered and i'm broken, so desirable, so inflicted. It's not easy to live in two separate bodies, nor is it any easier to kill one of them off. But I assure you, it isn't me who's buried under the plastic. It isn't me who took those choices. I think I can say now that i've made the right descisions, and I honestly believe that there was a reason I didn't die along with your heart that night. I was indeed, meant for more, the stars have been trying to tell me for all of those years. Perhaps I could now finish my stories, perhaps now I can scream outloud without being hushed up. Can I run freely now? Where will you be perching, watching? I assure you though- this time, you'll never be able to find me. The razor became my best friend.

jnssa stoma

ps. its hard to write stories when you know the ending.