Oh how he broke me so bad I tried to cope I can't though for I am not that strong I cried my self to sleep every night and I didn't eat I felt sick to my stomach I could not even fake a smile but no one noticed I was in pain till I ran away but they never new I grabbed a knife that day to be honest neither did I I was not mentally there enough to see but sooner or later the blood was running down my arms it was bad and it hurt but it felt so good my head was empty like painfully but peacefully empty I closed my eyes yet still hanging on I picked the knife back up while noticing the blood and I saw my arm had blood dripping down but for I had to wake up and feel the guilt of my mistake my arms felt heavy and it stung when I had to wear a long sleeve something just to hide them for when the cloth touched them even the slitest it felt like glass just scrapping on my arm because I was not hurting just physically but mentally to
