Eventually,
I stopped being social.
My heart stopped watching others live their life.
Eventually,
My dad coming in at 4 in the morning yelling at me with his drunken breath and hazy eyes didn't bother me.
I could sleep through it, even.
Eventually,
I started to use a blade 6-7 times a week.
It got all of my pain out
Eventually,
I will be gone.
Just another poor girl who had a messed up life that didn't even get to have a funeral because her family had no money.
Eventually,
You will read this.
I hope you hate yourself because I'll be gone & it'll be all your fault.
A/n
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