Cutting like that kept her on for a year.
But then she wanted more.
So she got her blade.
And she put it in her pocket.
But it didn't spend a lot of the day there.
At school it was in her bare leg.
At home in her arm.
But not too low down.
So she could cover it up.
Nobody looked to see what was in front of their eyes.
Nobody cared.
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One More Life
RandomA short story told as a collection of poem style parts. It centres around the life of a girl as she struggles with depression, self harm and suicide. Potential trigger warning.
