Chapter 21: Unstoppable
Weeks go by and I find it easier to not want to slit my wrists
and swallow the whole pill bottle.
I still think of it on night that are hard to deal with,
but the thoughts come less often now.
It is good,
I think.
No one calls me mean names here.
It is peaceful in all the madness.
I talk to the other kids now.
They are not freaks,
but some of the best people I have met.
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PoezjaShe 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...
