The little emo girl

It had won

*POSSIBLY TRIGGERING*

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I did not want to do this the voices in my head where getting stronger, and getting more powerful, my tears where rolling down my cut cheek slowly.

My mind was taking over me, my demon was telling me to do it, I picked it up, I was looking at myself in the Mirror, I was just looking at what I have become, I was beaten to my core, I was black and blue, the hurt was travailing under my skin, I had no energy to cry no more my tears dried up.

I wanted to beat this.

My life is a mess, I'm to fucked up to think, then I made line after line on my arm, the blood had stained my razor, the fresh blood was just dripping down my arm, my razor had won, as I ran to go and get some tissue from the bathroom and again traveled back to me room, I pressed it on my cuts to stop it from bleeding.

I can't escape the hell I'm living....

I just want someone to see my pain and help me??!......