suicide awareness!♥

remember that girl?

the one who wore sweatshirts ALL the time

the one who was different?

the one everyone in class use to make fun of

the girl who would act happy

she goes home and at night cries to herself,

wonders why she isn't good enough.

she cuts,

and cuts

and cuts

untile the pain, the hate, the sadness

all paint a picture in red on her arm.

shes gone now. she might atill be here if only someone had been her friend.

had made them stop.