I am Megan

I haven't slept for so long. I just lie awake staring at the ceiling, waiting for it to collapse like everything else. I thought about how much I want everything to change. But nothing ever changes, no matter how hard I try. 

I couldn't stop. I needed it so much. There was blood everywhere, all over my sheets, and my clothes, and my arms and legs.

Their words do not help. They pretend like they know me, yet all that is me is my name. How can they know me when I have no idea who I am?