And in the end blood and tears are alike because they stop too.

I have been smashed and put back together so many times nothing works right. Nothing is where it should be, heavy thumping in my shoulder where my heart now beats.

I thought living dead girls couldn't feel pain, thought I was emptied out but I'm not, I'm not.

She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can't end because she died a long time ago.