Chapter 12: Torn Into Pieces.
I got to go home today.
That house is not a home.
They looked at me like I was crazy.
I am not crazy.
They are the crazy ones.
They want to stay on this damned earth.
I do not.
The jagged pieces of me sit on the bed planning my next attempt.
Soon I tell myself.
As soon as possible.
I do not want to spend another second with them.
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PoesieShe 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...
