Slowly dripping blood from my unhealable scars. The tears of bloody sadness drips down from my eyes. Why can't the pain just go away? Why can't I be normal and included for once? I'm just the girl who sits in the back of the class and draws, wearing a pierce the veil shirt and blackout vans slowly sneak my headphones through my beanie as it blends in with my dark black hair and I listen to the only thing that causes me happiness and block out the world of hatred I live in.I try to get out there but I just get knocked down for being different.I hear the other people whisper to another "look at the little emo girl" "why does she always wear band shirts" she doesn't have any friends loner ha ha" I try to block out the evil words they say and just ignore it but it's hard when you start to think the words are true.
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"Im Okay"
Short StoryHey I'm new to this XD so I will be starting a story about well there short stories that all come in to one topic self harm and sadness.
