Feeling the pain, makes her inner soul more damaged than it already is. Every cut in her arm is a cut in her soul. Everything she loved was left behind in her old self, who had faded away a long time ago..
She looked to her marked arms again and started crying louder then ever, ''why is this the only solution'' she wispered under her breath, knowing no one could hear her. ''Why?'' she tried to say under her sobs, ''can't my life just be fine for once, just one day. One daywithout feeling misereble, without thinking to end my life.'' That would be so nice. But that life faded away when my mom died.
My dad wasn't such an asshole when my mom was still alive, they used to be happy and had the perfect marriage. When she died my dad started drinking again, and turned into a fucking monster. My brother was the exact opposite, he always was nice to me and could always see it when I was feeling down. But of course, all the things must come to a end. He moved away because of my dad and i was left all alone.
Tomorrow school starts again, and I have to deal with all the shit and drama all over again. All those fake people who are pretending to like me, just to make me feel 'good'. All those teachers who pretend to care about you if you have problems. Crowds of girls who are 'popular', and those kids who think that their lives are gonna be just perfect, just by doing nothing.
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I woke up from the annoying sound of my alarm, started my morning routine and then I made my way to school. While walking I thought about what happened last night. Before I knew it I arrived at school. ''Here we go'' i mumbled while stepping into the world of fake people.
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Teen FictionShe was trying to live her life, untill the voices became stronger. She couldn't stop and went on, will she survive? Or will the voices in her head take over. * warning: self harm * if you need someone to talk to, please do
