Chapter 5: Time To See Things My Way.
I cannot do it anymore.
I cannot cry myself to sleep one more night.
I cannot drink myself into oblivion any more.
I cannot do this.
I cannot sit up any straighter.
I cannot get better grades.
I cannot do this.
It is time to see things my way.
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PoetryShe was perfect. Well what everyone else saw was perfect. What they did not see was not so perfect. The depression, the jagged scars on her burning wrists and thighs, the tears she wept at night after the fights, the bruises left on her body by her...
