She. The happy girl.
You can see the happy girl on the outside. But you don't know what's going on inside her head.
She couldn't be happier on the outside.
Inside her head she's dieing.
She always seems so happy. She's sweet, beautiful & innocent. She always seems so strong & unbreakable.
But that's just a cover.
Only a few people know her darkest secret but even they don't know how bad it actually is.
She's the only one.
Her thighs are a mess. Her wrists are becoming one too. Still nobody notices anything.
She often sits alone in her room crying wondering whats going on with her life.
The cuts are becoming deeper and deeper. She begins to draw. But not on a paper with a pen. She draws on her skin with a blade. The pictures aren't normal ones. But they are the most beautiful things to her.
No one will ever know what it feels like to hold the blade in your hand & slide it across your skin. Except for the ones who feel the same ways she does.
It gets harder & harder to hide the cuts. They're getting more & more.
She thinks more & more about suicide.
Everywhere she goes she thinks how she could hurt herself more. It's getting harder. She doesn't want any help. Nobody would understand it anyway. Cause she doesn't even understands it all by herself.
& you know what the crazy thing is ?
The girl I'm talking about
is me.
Soooo, what do you think about this one ? It was the first one I ever wrote. You think it's good ? And 'm sorry if my grammar isn't that good, but nobody's perfect. ( Except all you beutiful people and One Direction of course ;) )
Stay beautiful and if you want to talk, DM me :) Love you...
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Non-FictionI`m just a random girl that likes to express herself sometimes. I hope you enjoy it & maybe I can help some of you a little bit. I`ll write some by myself. But there are maybe gonna be some from other fighters. I`m gonna mark the ones that a...
