Its funny that no matter how sheltered or how perfect of a bubble you live in , a knife can become your only friend. See , pain teaches you things, shows you ways , that you never thought imaginable.
And then when you begin to utilise those things you are drawn in. Like that! You begin to find others miserable like yourself. At first it hurt the metal made your skin ache. And then you liked it hot showers made it hurt worse. You found that putting a hand on those wounds caused inexplicable happiness.
You found a escape like no other. You would cut say & night. Anywhere you could. At school , walking home , in your closet. And you did your best to conceal. There was this simple perfection of being the only one to know of your "problem". You didn't look at it that way , though.
If anything ever went wrong , where did you flee? Your knife , your razor , your lighter . And then before you knew it you were no longer that bright , colourful, innocent , girl. No , you became a hateful depressed wretched thing. A it. You only cared for one thing, your weapon of self destruction. Slit , slit. . .
CONFESSIONS OF A BROKEN GIRL
Breathe Me//Sis
Blurry//Puddle of mudd
Doll parts//Hole
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Confessions of a broken girl
Non-FictionThis girl has faced demons far bigger than your wildest imaginantion can create. She has seen the bottom of every bottle. And has seen & felt loss of no other kinds. These are notes , poems , paragraphs etc. of her struggles . These are confessions...
