She sat there crying all alone no one around to comfort her no one cared in this world for her she always had hope in her eyes that one day, that will change but in a way she knew that would
never happen, she go's home every day looks at her family and says she's OK and shows a fake smile, then locks herself in her room walks to her bed and takes a seat turns to her pillow
then under her pillow she pulls out....
A knife and walks up to her mirror that hung on the plain white walls of her room looks intensely at her reflection lifts up her left arm and starts to roll up the sleeve looks up at the ceiling with tears in her eyes then blinking them away looks at her wrist all up and down her arm and all you see is her arm covered top to bottom with scars fear, anger, and hate fill her heart and eyes she opens the knife and looks at her arm one slash just a Lil blood comes up to the surface
