I sat in my closest,
For over 3 straight hours.
Bawling my eyes out.
Over 3 hours.
I cut a few times.
But at first I didn't even have,
Have the strength to cut.
My hand kept slipping.
And not wanting to work.
I didn't have strength because,
Of all the crying I did.
I can't live anymore.
Just when things look better.
My world comes crashing down.
Harder.
And.
Harder.
I sat there.
And curled myself into a ball.
Listening to music.
That's all I could do.
I dot know what to do anymore.
Maybe I need to be in a mental asylum.
Get my thoughts together.
YOU ARE READING
Keep quiet
Teen FictionAnd I don't want to world to see me cause I don't think they'd understand. When everythings meant to be broken I just want you to know who I am
