my story

my true story


2. painnnnnnn

Pain cuts into my hand with a sharp razor. Once a day one more cut. Tears not from the pain but from the brain. Blood dripping down into the shower drain, wiping my makeup off. ( I have some of the scars today ). Listening to music. I still feel the unforgiving cold wet blade. I don't know why I was so depressed maybe because when I found out that my crush liked the girl that use to bully me. Maybe it was because I hated myself and just wanted to disappear. All I needed was some love. But know one could love a troll like me or could they? No of course not! So once a night at least one tear rolling down my cheek. I needed someone there for me there was but I never knew till he left.

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