I take a blade and slash my wrist, I feel the pain and clench my fist,
Once for being fat, again for being ugly and one more for just being me,
I close my eyes I blast my music I cut again, it's therapeutic,
I hear the front door and run to the bathroom, I wash the blood and start laughing,
I go to my room and sat on my bed, to let all the thoughts rush through my head,
I hear steps on the stairs and smell the stench of cigarettes, she bursts through my door and begins with the threats,
When she's done slurring words she grabs a belt, and whips it across my face leaving a welt,
She whips and whips until I beg her to stop, she calls me pathetic and gives a last stomp,
She leaves the room and I pick myself up off the ground, I walk to the mirror and I make a whimper of a sound,
I down the pills in medicine drawer and soon enough hit the floor,
Blood gushes out but I don't feel a thing except a slight pinch or sting,
I close my eyes but for the very last time,
My eyes water with tears...of happiness as I drift of into the darkness.
-Stay Strong.
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Talking
RandomOk so obviously I'm horrible at naming books but whatever. In this book I'm just going to talk about my life and whats on my mind (which by the way can get pretty messed up) I'm might put some poems I wrote in hear but I don't know so yeah. Bye and...