I picked up the knife and made a small Slit across my forearm. The only thing I could feel right now was pain, but that described how Jackson made me feel so I carried on. Soon my arm was filled full of cuts and dried up blood. I was always told to keep fighting but they don't understand.... I've already lost. I started spending my spare time writing deep poems:
Twinkle Twinkle little star, let me get hit by a car, how I really wish to die, jump off the roof and learn to fly, Twinkle Twinkle little star, help me end this wretched life
I was suffering but no one ever saw. I always put on this fake smile and pretended I was OK. My scars were awards for his harmful words and my death was the trophy. Congratulations Jackson, I hope you know that you have won.
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All Over Again
RomancePoor Zoe, always falling for something she can't have. When 15 year old Zoe goes into a depressive state and starts to contemplate suicide, she is put in a mental asylum and it's up to her to get her life back on track. Can she get over her heartbre...
