She held out both her arms, and both were scarred beyond healing.
Another crappy day, and she doesn't want to live no more.
Her head hurted so much, yet her heart was numb.
Her lips were dry and cracked, her hair fell limp all over the place.
For the last time, she wore clothes which she would never have worn.
She let herself wear clothes which hugged her figure, which she isn't confident about, and showed her scars, which she was disgusted about.
As usual, she avoided the mirror, and took out the many different pills that she had been secretly collecting for months.
With a cup of cold water, she gulped everything down in a haste, in case her mother walked in.
After all the pills were in her system, she stumbled to her bed and closed her eyes.
"Goodbye mother, I love you."
YOU ARE READING
Hush
RandomShe writes out her feelings to avoid self-harm, or even suicide. But how well did it turn out? She's now dead, and her words are here.
