trigger warning: suicide, self-harm, depression
"you see that girl?"
they whisper
"she's dead inside.
her soul has been empty
for the past three years,
but her physical form
is still very much here."
with her torn-up wrists
and tear-stained cheeks,
she wanders through life,
trying to get through the weeks.
that girl is me.
and everything they say?
it's true;
it's all true.
i am the girl who is dead inside,
and soon enough,
i will be truly dead
and no longer alive.
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Cerita Pendek♥ so let me hold both your hands in the holes of my sweater ♥ a collection of drabbles, musings, and poetry.
