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It's late at night
12:34 am

I look around
"I don't want to live" I say
I run up to my make up mirror
I smash it
I smash it until it's my their anymore
I grab the sharpest piece and go sit on my bed.
I roll up my sleeve
And I start.
I make the first cut
Blood seeps in budges
"Not enough" I say crying

I cut deeper
The blood is dripping out now

"Still... not.enough"

I cut as deep as I can go and it's bleeding
It's bleeding like a motherfucker
I cry
And do it over and over again until my arms are ruined
I finally fall asleep covered in blood.
When I wake up I look at my arms
The cuts and blood are still their
I go wash them
"OWE fuck it stings" I say as I put cold water on them

I get ready for school
And I wear a long sleeve belly shirt and shorts
And head to school
People walk up to me and say I'm sorry
I always ask why are they sorry
They say the same answer
Your parents
The same answer every damn time.
I'm In the bathroom and I roll up my sleeve because I forgot about my cuts.
A girl named neesha ( one of the popular girl )
"What the fuck are those?" She asked

"What are what?" I say unaware

"Those ugly things on your arm" she replys sassy

"Oh..umm their cuts?" I say

"Your so retarted for doing that what the fuck is wrong with you slut" she says laughing and walking out of the room.
I roll down my sleeves and leave heading to class.

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