So I left and stayed gone. For a few hours I was considering not going back. But with a lawyer for a mother I knew I couldn't get away with that for long.
This is happening all over again... Just like the night I started taking my anger and pain out on myself... she doesn't care anyway... so I'll drive back out to the same spot... I'll grab my box knife.... Damn it stop thinking like that! What about Andrew? My thoughts battle back and forth for a while as I spun the blade of my box knife back and forth. Don't drop out you could win Don't give up the plot might spin Don't lose faith your story is still going Don't forget the battle scars you're showing. I write down the words as they come to my mind and reach for the lighter I keep in the center consul of my truck. Hopping out of my door lighter poem and blade in hand and walk to the edge of the cliff I was parked at. This is the end of my issues. This is the end of my pain.
I repeated those words again and again as I wrap the blade in the paper of the poem. I then crouch over the ledge and procede to light the makeshift package on fire. I hold my symbolic bundle of problems in my hand for as long as I can, then watch as it falls into the darkness, burning at first then going out all at once.
I then get in the car and turn on my phone's Bluetooth, blasting My Chemical Romance's "Welcome To The Black Parade".
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Teen FictionTeenage girl Dawn struggles with depression and self harm. High school is rough and parents that aren't there don't help.
