Maybe I should cut myself open and see where it all went wrong.
Something must be wrong.
I know there's something wrong.
It hurts. Somewhere, it hurts.
I hear myself laugh- forcefully.
How can you tell that it hurts when you don't really know where it's all coming from?
How can I make others fix it when it's something even I can't understand?
I just know that there's something wrong with me.
I can't know exactly.
Everything feels so, so empty.
Or more like, there is no feeling at all.
Nothing.
Even the tears won't fall.
I want to cut myself.
Maybe I'll find out where it all went wrong.