She never cries, just stares blankly Alone in her room, with music playing She craves his touch, the feeling's to muchShe grips the blade, her skin starts to fadeA cut to deep could end the painThat's the only thing that's keeps her sane.Blood drips from her body as she sighs in relief The mess on the floor are signs of a thiefDepression and anxiety has settled in She fights a battle she thinks she can't winDespite the pain she keeps on smiling But the stress and self hate just keeps on piling. After years of self hatred and being trappedShe has given up and finally snapped. She never cries, just stares blankly Alone in her room, with music playing She craves his touch, the feeling's to muchShe grips the blade, her skin starts to fadeA cut to deep could end the painAnd tonight she finally reaches the vein.
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Short StoryThis is a little bit about me, feel free to ask any questions and i might add more later...... not that anyone cares
