The other day my friend admitted to me that she injures. I wanted to cry, because I thought she could help me. I thought she could lift me out of my own sorrows. I thought she’d be the one to take the numbness of my body away…but how can she help me? How can she help me, when we’re in the same pit? And I smile to her and tell that it will be better, the way I tell everyone in the world that it will be better, until the world falls asleep and I injure myself. But the world sleeps through it all. The world doesn’t care.