She was lost and she faked her life.
She faked the happiness.
She faked the conversations.
She faked the feelings.
She was so happy, what could've made her sad?
She was broken, lost, and stuck in the dark.
She was like that way because of the abuse.
The bruise marks on her body from her father.
The bruises from people at school kicking her sides.
She was lost in her music.
The lyrics spoke what she wanted to scream.
Each time she looked in the mirror she whispered "Help me.."
No one seemed to hear her cries, so she locked herself away.
She screamed into her pillows hoping it would all go away.
She slit her wrists hoping the same.
She silenty screamed.
If only people knew what was going on in her head.
She wanted help.
She wanted to be free.
She tried so many ways to get out this world.
Her demons were taking over.
No one seemed to notice.
She faked it so much, she didn't want to be a burden.
She wanted to die.
Her friends wouldn't care.
In fact, no one would.
She never noticed the same type of boy was crushing on her from afar.
She didn't notice because she had too much going on in her mind.
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27 years.
Teen Fiction"Alex. I can't take it anymore. I hope you understand." She whispered in his ear as she walked away. "No.. please come back." He whispered. "Alex, I can't." She paused as the tears streamed down her face. "Li-"Alex began. "Alex, I'm sorry. I love...
