I don't get it. Why is everyone so perfect ? Everyone is being judge on... Everywhere you'll go, people will just stare. I don't know if it happens to everyone but I know it happens to me.
My name is Leah, to be honest I don't know what's darker ? Being in my room alone sitting in the darkness, or the dark room where the demons are sitting in. In my head.
I knew I was depressed. I guess I didn't wanna admit it, I wonder if anyone any one realised that my eyes used to shine but now they don't. Someone please look into my dull eyes and see that I'm broken.
I came to realise that bruising my skin never actually helps the pain from within, but sometimes it did.
But I've been told that nothing comes from a slit up and bruised wrist.
Although I love the magic about it, the idea that I write in silver but then it comes out Red,
The real one has been gone for a long while now. I told someone but they let it slip by.
I keep it to my self now (:
Finally the demon starts to have the conversations in my mind....
Hope you guys are enjoying it so far... The next chapter will be about the demons... To be continued...
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Darkness...
Short StoryI hope you like this story and can relate... I'm not a cutter and I don't wanna be a hypocrite but this story is about the darkness from inside my soul. Warning; this may trigger certain emotions. For all those who don't think you're perfect, dar...
