Negative thoughts swirl through my head.

I just woke up my mother on accident. I needed help with math.

I want to scream.

I want to cry.

I want to cut, watch the bright red swirl down my arm and on to the floor.

I want to pull all my hair out.

But I don't. I don't scream or cry, my mouth stays firmly shut. I don't cut, the knives stay untouched. I don't pull my hair out, it still falls down my shoulders. I just sit. And wait. Wait, and wait, and wait and wait...

And then I open a binder. And I write. I write until I can write no more. No one has come downstairs to help. I don't think anyone will.

Negative thoughts swirl through my head.

...

And I wait.

Alone, but not. Just me...

and my thoughts...

and my words.