The only thing she wanted was to feel safe and secure about herself, but with the scars and on her hips and the cuts on her wrist, she always loved taking the blade to her skin because it was her way out, it was her escape, the only way she could feel right in her own body, to feel alive, she never knew how to fit in with the rest of the girls, she was as skinny, she didn't have the nice clothes, she didn't play sports, she was to different, she was bullied in the halls, in the restrooms, she was pushed around in the locker room, she was laughed at for what she wore, she was laughed at because she wants smart enough, she only wanted to fit in, she wanted friends, she was only in the 7th grade when her mommy left her, and her daddy began to drink and abuse her, those bruises you see, the scars on her body, they were cause because of the battles she lost, and the abuse she couldn't stop, she only wanted a true friend but that friend was the blade In her right hand, then one night she found her another group of friends the pills in her hand and the bottle of rum next to her bed, she took the pills and swallowed them down with the rum, she slowly began to fade out, then she said I'm sorry for being alive.
