~*~ Ripped apart, Limb by limb, Shattering bones, Heart caving in... Self mutilation, Scar after scar, Empty and hollow, Worn like tar. ~*~
"Do you remember when you asked me why I wear long sleeves?" Jonah asked me.
"Yeah I do," I replied.
"I meant to ask you why you wear them all the time," he looked at me with a tad bit of desperation in his eyes.
"I like to draw."
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Self-Harm
Short StoryThe Gone Unnoticed Series 16 year old Elizabeth Parker was the perfect child. She was the child that everyone wanted, the child that everything they did was 'right'. What nobody noticed was that every night she would go home and break down, the wei...
