Friends with death
I like thinking that we were friends. Even though I got slapped by my Dad because I liked you. Sometimes things just don't work out for me. Sometimes mom's shadow cuts my heels. Taking steps and pills hurt. They really do. I don't wanna be friends with you anymore. Mom and dad don't like you. You're a monster! It's all your fault because or else my arms wouldn't hurt and my heels wouldn't bleed. I really don't like you.