I'm sorry. I really am. I just couldn't take it anymore.
5 on my left wrist.
3 on my right.
For a total of 8 on my wrists.
20 on my left thigh.
19 on my right thigh.
For a total of 39 on my thighs.
All together that's 47.
47 new cuts.
47 new scars.
To much shit is going on.
I just couldn't take it anymore.
I don't know what to do anymore.
I'm really sorry don't be mad at me.
Please. Please don't be mad. I failed you. I'm not strong I'm not a surviver. I'm just not. I can't do it.
Good night.
I love you.
Stay strong.
Don't break.
Don't break like me.
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
