So we all know that girl who sits alone on the wall at school,
You want to go up to her but you don't,
but what if she's sucidal,
what if she needs a friend because she has a lot going on.
So you go up to her and you ask if she's ok and she replies with "I'm fine" so you leave,
and she continues alone.
Except now she's alone and upset,
She's upset because everyone believes it when she says she's ok and just once she hopes someone doesn't believe.
She wishes that what's left of her friends would approach her but no,
just these two random girls who care more about her than her friends do.
She's broken, she's broken and she knows it,
but she's so fucked up that she pushed her best friends away,
and her family,
and the rest of the world.
Now it's just her,
her anad her razor blade.
Only one problem though,
she's scared of pain,
but she thinks to herself,
"physical pain must hurt less than emotional",
so she tries it,
she cuts,
she watches as the blood flows down,
and she smiles,
and all of a sudden,
she's not scared of pain,
She's not scared of blood and she doesn't fear death.
At the end of the day,
all of the people who hurt her have someone to fall back on but all she has is pain and death and she's ok with that because the broken people never get their redemption they just get more hurt.
