"we were born to die..." I held my head, trying so hard not to cut. I felt tears again. I then heard them, It was going louder and louder.
I carefully reached for the razor and quietly cut my wrist, "Sometimes love is not enough and the road gets tough and I don't know why."
The blood trickled down my wrist, I was used to it so I just stared at it, completely blinded by tears.
"It's just so unfair." I whispered quietly. I layed in the bed and looked at the ceiling. I thought things like: "Oh dear Trinity, why were you even alive. You've got no friends, and you're broken. Just give up already." I broke down in tears while the music in my ears kept playing. I'm so sick of this shit.
But I know, I was born to die.
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Shattered To The Ground
Teen FictionI feel broken, shattered, no one can fix me. Sick, tired, no one can heal me. Lost, crazy, no one can find me. Depressed, helpless, no one can save me.
