Observance

Dont Judge A Book By Its Cover

~Or in this case a person~

WARNING!
HAS SCENES OF VILONCE AND IS A  MATURE SUBJECT, MAY CAUSE YOU TO BECOME EMOTIONAL.

She sits in her room alone in quietness or blasting her screaming music.

Sometimes she does her homework, sometimes she texts her friends.

Sometimes she cuts.

Sometimes she just sits in her room quietly crying to herself about why her life sucks in every way, shape or form.

She doesn't sleep.

She doesn't eat.

She slowly kills her self.

And at school there is already 10 rumors going on about her.

About how she cuts for attention.

About how she sucks d*** for money.

About how she's broke and thats why she looks so skinny.

About her starving herself.

They never knew that everyday she looks in the mirror and starts crying taking another slice into her skin.

It didnt matter where, nothing ever worked.

She would walk down the hallways and hear people laughing at her, judging her with might.

Calling her a loser.

And a faggot.

And a slut.

And a whore.

Saying she was a waist of oxygen.

Telling her she's not worth it.

Which to her, wasn't entirely wrong.

She is a piece of shit that is a waist of oxygen, she is a faggot, slut whore and loser.

This was how she felt.

She then started "making the pain go away," but it didnt help much, it was only temporary.

She started taking drugs, smoking weed and everything, started drinking alcohol.

People then started calling her a druggy, and alcoholic, crazy.

She felt as if she was going crazy to.

She started skipping class more often. Her marks going down and her parents noticed.

Her parents weren't to kind to her. Telling her to shut up and hitting her everyday, telling her she was a mistake and was never supposed to be born. Which reminded her, why her life sucks so much.

People started calling her a emo piece of shit.

She already knew she was emo, but the thought of someone sneering it at her made her upset.

She'd end up going to the bathroom crying all her preciously done makeup off of her face, she'd then pull out the blade from her book bag and cut her wrists a couple times, hoping they'd scar so she could remember this day, remember how much of a price of shit she was.

She had friends but when people started attacking her they all left her because they didnt want to be attacked to.

She had absouloutly nobody.

She was physically, verbally and cyber bullied, all the time.

Once the blood would stop bleeding and her tears came to a stop, she would walk out of the bathroom and out of the school, she just kept walking down the road, she didn't know where she was going or when she was going to stop.