Tonight,
she hide inside her room.
lock herself up,
and stared in no particular place.
liquid formed in her eyes,
and slowly making its way down her cheeks.
she has no time to wipe her wet face,
for her both hands are busy.
sharp thing touch her skin,
and she felt the familiar kind of pain.
she draw lots of lines in her wrist,
until it hurts no more.
until her system finally took over her,
and drown herself in a deep thousand of thoughts.
tonight,
she decided to end this.
for she's miserable,
too fucked-up,
and a broken pieces.
she's now,
officially stopping the pain.
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Random Pieces
PoetryA random thoughts written by a random girl with a random experiences.
