There's this girl. Seems normal right? She's laughing and having fun just like everyone else. She seems so happy and has a beautiful smile just like others. But what you don't know is what's behind those eyes. What really comes of her during the night. During the day she's happy as can be, but at night the flaws are all she can see. Everyone makes jokes about her and she laughs about it during the day. But as soon as its night and she's alone, all the laughing goes away. Her laughs become tears, her jokes become her biggest fears. She puts on a front like she's alright, when in fact all she really wants to do is die. She doesn't show or tell anyone that she is this way. She's the strongest person anyone could be during the day. She makes it seem like she has the best family and friend life, but lately the only thing close to her is nothing but a knife. She wears long sleeves all the time, even in summer, because she claims it's cold. But the scars she hides, makes her heart get heavier to hold. This is a girl who no matter what happens she won't break her smile in front of others or let people in. She knows there's no way she could possibly win. All she does is fight, fight her demons that come out at night. They take her innocence away. They make her hate herself more day after day. Till one night she can't stand her thoughts and these demons anymore. The next morning we find her on the floor. With her wrists covered in blood. Her mom saw, this and fell on the floor with a thud. There was a note she had left behind. It read "I know you have found me here dead. This may be a shock I don't know how you feel, but give it a few days you will heal. Everyone is better off without me here. Now go on and be happy my dear. Stay stronger than I did. I tried but my mind did win. I have had demons as long as I could walk. I learned to hide them when I learned to talk." After that, everyone realized how important she was. And hated every thing they have done. This girl you thought was normal, had demons so big they were immortal. You couldn't be her rescue. She wouldn't let you. Even if you knew it was too late. Her being alive was her biggest hate.
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RandomHey guys! so I have decided to take my feelings out in a better way then cutting so I decided to write. Everything in here is straight from my heart and no editing was put in to it. All of this is what I feel. So let me know what you guys think. Don...