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Scars||Ed Sheeran
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Complete, First published Jun 11, 2017
Mature
Scar- a make left after a cut or burn to the skin

"Do you know how hard it is to not let what people say get to you? How hard it is to stay clean to go to sleep and never want to wake up?" I stare at him with glossy eyes. I'm so weak I hate it. 

"Riley why would you want to die?" He holds my face between his hands and I felt my heart flutter at the contact.

"Because the world is fucked up and so are the people in it."



Contains acts of self-harm and suicide so please read at your own risk!!
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He was alone in the world. No one was there for him when he needed it the most. His heart was throbbing, an empty void had made shelter there. He needed love, but no one could see that. They couldn't see how much pain they had caused. They didn't know about the countless times he had cried himself to sleep. His new best friend was the blade. It had helped him go through the hardships he faced. It took away all the emotional pain he was in. He carved himself, hoping someone would take notice, and help him. No matter, how hard he cried out for help, he never received it. Everyone had ignored his cries for help. His parents had turn their backs on him. Why? Because he was an abomination, a disgrace. He didn't live up to his parents' expectations so they turned the other way, and never looked back