One day I saw her the girl we all were looking at she had cuts all down,her wrist she was coming out that she was not a pshyco but no one is believing it.I see that girl every day I lien,her for a long,time I see that girl every time I,look,in,the,mirror I try to get her out and be a new person,but,it doesn't work at all.
The next time I see her I yell,I'll, cute her out,of me.,I grab the razor and my wrist and slowly,make the cut.
