As she runs into the bathroom, slamming the door, she falls to the floor in tears. She crawls to the cabinets underneath the sink. She reaches for a small pouch which contains blades. As she slowly opens it she reminds herself of all the things she's been called today..:
Fat pig,
Hideous monster,
Asshole,
Pathetic...
She's now done thinking, it's time to do. But she remembers being called an attention whore for all the scars on her skin. She remembers all the times people have asked what those scars are from. She grips onto the blades tightly and starts crying into the palms of her hands, thinking. Who would ever think you could hurt someone so much that when they decide dragging a knife across their skin is true happiness. Who knew those words, "fat, ugly, and dumb" could result in such a mess. The little girl that thought when she was older she'd be a pretty person, that had all these friends and was happy. Little did she know when her family told her, "you don't wanna grow up"
They meant it. This world is a mess. There's no going back now, she's dragging the blade across her skin watching the droplets of blood trickle down her skin, 1, 2, 3, 4 maybe just 1 more? 10, 11, 12, there's no going back. It's a mess now.
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Stolen Soul
RomanceShe struggles with depression, daily. Anxiety, Depression, oh what a mess it became. One day she finds a boy that she loves and he changes her life forever, but not in the way you think..