I woke up last night. It hurt. It really hurt.
I felt like he's here. Like he's gonna hurt me again.
It hurts and I can feel him hurting me.
People say that I shouldn't kill myself, that it doesn't fix anything.
They're lying though. I know they are. They want me dead. They want me dead. He should have pulled the trigger. He should've taken the shot. Then we wouldn't have this problem.....
I wouldn't be tainted or broken.
I rock back and forth and cry but still nobody notices. I continue to scream to God. But the only thing that truly hears me are my blades.
They understand. They help ease the pain. I can feel the pain all fade away and it helps, if only for a little bit.
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Memoirs of a Girl with Broken Dreams
Dla nastolatkówThe diary of a girl. May also transition into her actual life. Please, name suggestions are always welcome and very much appreciated because I want a name for her.