Getting Away With Murder

I’m happy I’m free I can go wherever I can do whatever my grades are okay and I still have forever I don’t have a boyfriend but for once I’m not lonely and yet as I sit alone on my bedroom floor I close my eyes and lock the door the green makes it bearable it helps me stay high but the green can also make me uncontrollably cry when everything Is happy and everyone is glad then why am I always sitting alone so goddamn sad my best friend thinks I’m depressed another hates my mom they think her hatred towards me is what made me cut my hands what they don’t know is I know where they will check I know that they will check my hands for cuts and my legs for bruises and my arms for purple and my face for holes they won’t check my Thighs Chest Stomach Feet Neck hips Collarbones for all of the above. And I promise you there is always a way to get away With murder. Even of yourself.