Paper Cuts "Luke Hemmings"

Paper Cuts "Luke Hemmings"

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Just an average girl Always wore a smile She was cheerful and happy for a short time Now she's older things are getting colder Life's not what she thought She wishes someone had told her She told she was down You let it slip by So from then on she kept it on the inside She told herself she was alright But she was telling white lies Can't you tell? Look at her dull eyes Tried to stop herself from crying almost every night But she knew there was no chance of feeling alright Summer cane by all she wore was long sleeves Cause those cuts on her wrists were bleeding through you see She knew she was depressed Didn't want to admit it Didn't think she fit it, everyone seemed to miss it She carried on like a solider with a battle wound Bleeding out from every cut her body consumed She had no friends at school all alone she sat And if someone were to notice ahw would blame the cat But those cuts on her wrist were no mistake But no one cared enough yo save her from this self pain...
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[BWWM] I was only twelve years old when the world turned cold. The day my mom died in that car accident, I felt like someone had dumped a bucket of ice water over my heart. My dad, who had always been my hero, suddenly became a stranger, filled with rage and blame. He couldn't see that I was hurting, too; he only saw me as a reminder of his loss. The accusations cut deep. He said it was my fault for being there, for not doing something to save her. For being the reason she was in the car in the first place. In the years that followed, things only got worse. The abuse started gradually-a harsh word here, a shove there-but it escalated, leaving scars that I carried long after the physical pain faded. I was drowning in my own despair, struggling to keep my head above water while my father's anger raged like a storm around me. I only had a break from his anger when I started living with Aunt Dina-my mom's older sister. Well, that was because she found me nearly dead on my bed after I took a dozen pills. I was tired of living. I had hit rock bottom. The harsh whispers that followed me around and the stares at school. I pretended not to notice, like it didn't bother me. But it did. I was alone. Then came Athalia, a ray of sunshine cutting through my darkness. With her, I felt something I hadn't felt in years-happiness. She became my light through the darkness and my lifeline. ••••••••••• ● Warnings ⚠️ ~ Mention of suicide ~ Anxiety attacks ~ Rape attempt ~ Mention of self-harm ~ Depression

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