I'm in my room my dads down stairs im blasting never good enough by Rachel Ferguson and going threw all the sad depressing letters that all the mean girls put in my locker im in my room all alone like usual and their it is the blade and the paper towels. I grab the blade and as i am about to draw on my skin with my blade and human blood i get a text from my friend he said he was worried about me and doesn't know what to do anymore. He told me he was so sorry for everything but he doesn't know whats going on all he knows is that i get bullied if only he new what i did if only anyone knew who the real me is. I have the blade in my hand ready to break threw my skin to see if im alive and then all i hear is the doorbell ring and its him he is here to check on me i cant believe it... Why would anyone come to check on me of all people? he could have gone to anyone else's house but he came to mine why? So i hear him coming up the stairs and i rush to hide any evidence of me wanting to self-harm or me ever even self-harming so i hide it all under my bed. He walks into my room and says "why did you ditch school what happened? talk to me please..." And she says "nothing happened i was just feeling a little sick that's all everything is good and she plasters her fake smile all across her face." If only he new the real me if only he new the real LINDSEY.
I AM LINDSEY.
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the reality of an injured soul
RandomI am Lindsey! Hi, my name is Lindsey and i am a seventh grader who is the one you don't really notice i am the one who even tho hurts tries to make every one smile! This is me. I am an average 13 year old people believe, i go to school I hang out wi...
