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I liked when they cracked and bled froainst the concrete streets

I liked when I was reh the pains of my body

I love to hurt

But only myself I loved to hurt myself No one else had to be hurt by me I stayed away from people so I wouldn’t hurt them

I’d hurt Elizabeth, and I didn’t want to

I’ize? How could I fix it? How did one kiss make me remember?

She fell down the hill, because of me She could’ve broken bones She could’ve cracked her head open She could’ve died…

Dead

Jaht I ran h the woods Fast Faster Hard Harder

Go, Tris Run

My feet bled

My heart cried, sla an to resurface She could’ve died It would’ve been my fault I would’ve caused it

Charlie

Ja through my chest The pain was nice It elcomed I deserved to hurt No one else, only me

I’m so sorry, Elizabeth

My feet hurt My heart hurt It all hurt

The pain felt scary, dangerous, real; it felt good It felt so daly way God, I loved it I loved it so rew darker

I sat in ize to her without her finding the need to be my friend People like her didn’t need people liketheir lives