I can hear the doors slam. My brother calls, and I urge myself to answer. Social Anxiety, Stress, Depression, Anger, Betrayal. They all dance on my shoulders until my bones shatter and you could hear it split. You could listen to the boiling of my brain as the rest of my cartilage strips down to my ankles and everything suddenly collapses into the casket that i'll forever lay in. Eventually, the casket will become old and as more weight is placed over my grave, it'll just all come together & smash the evidence of a once silent girl. Who turned from the world and was treated poorly for the sake of other's enjoyment. I've said my goodbyes. I've said all I needed too. I remember crying with my best friend about these types of situations; but I've brought the happiness to your eyes, but there are bad event's that happen in our life. Bring me to England. Send me to Japan. Kill me in America. Lay my body to rest right next to yours. We've celebrated our birthday together in Mexico, and stared at each other with teary eyes and knew we'd grow together and love each other as sister's. Best friend's stay together right? You moved; I followed. You cried; I cried. We do everything like our heart's sewed to each other the instant that I saw you. Maybe it was fate. Call it destiny. But here is my body; to rest & sleep. Forever.