Sick of trying
Sick of crying
Sick of the consequences
So I lye here dying
In a pool of blood
My tears are growing
Into darkness of no return
I'm sick of showing
How much I care
To see all the soul
I give up, broken to no repair
I don't understand what you want me to do
I'm useless,a misfit and an outcast
Who would choose me over you?
AN/. Sorry.. Had a lot on my mind x
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Self Harm: Theres A Girl.
RandomHey guys, this is a short story , if you would call it that , About a 'girl' who felt so alone,helpless and unwanted that she turned to self harm , nearly all self harms are related to this, I hope you enjoy it. Thanks 'xo
