She wakes up.
Grabs her pencil sharpener.
Pulls out the nail and out comes the razor.
She pulls up her sleeve.
SLASH, SLASH, SLASH, SLASH.
She pulls down her sleeve.
Opens her door.
Walks out.
She puts a smile on her face.
You would never know what she does or what she did to herself.
YOU ARE READING
Fighting a Battle within
PoesíaThis is a book on poems I have written. It is not really a story but there will be quotes as well. All poems and quotes are related to depression, suicide, self harm, eating disorders and things I have gone through in life. All credits go to me.
