"Sticks and stones may break my bones but words they cut right through me."
She thinks she's useless,
Just another brick in the wall,
Cuts stain the insides of her wrists,
Thoughts of suicide swarm through her head like bees invading an attic,
On the outside,
She looks calm but depressed,
On the inside her heart pounds harder then possible,
Blood rushes through her veins like cars on a highway,
She's angry, alone, depressed, suicidal, but above all,
Angry.
She waits,
She waits for the day it will all end,
The day she can bend herself back into place,
Hear the music that once kept her safe,
But will that day come?
No. It's too late.
She'll never be the same
The knife she uses she thinks she's useless,
She cuts just one more time,
To find it won't stop bleeding,
She's scared,
But not as scared as she should be.
As she feels the life being drained from her body she feels perfect, and miserable at the same time...
Then she feels nothing.
Worried parents find their daughter, their child, their life!
Dead on the bathroom floor,
All because of the names she was once called.
~AlyshaM33
