"More than a stunning debut. It is the announcement of a bold new literary voice"
—Stephen Chbosky, author of The Perks of Being a Wallflower

Everyone around you thought you were a fighter, but they never seemed to see the war that went on in your head. They thought you were an angel, they said they loved you. But we both know the truth, you were stepped on countless time, you were the shoulder that everyone cried on. And now you shed no more tears. You’re a lost soul, i’m not sure whether you’re dead yet or not, but i can no longer see. I don’t know whether that’s because you left or if it’s because i don’t try hard enough to find you. But all i know is that the day we meet again, you will look at me. you will look at the destruction i have become as i try cover the scars on my arms. And finally i know that the day that we meet will be the day we’re in the same place, because at that moment we’ll both be alive through our death.