she wanted to feel something
so she drew pictures into her arm to make her happy
and
to feel alive
she cried every night to see if it would help her feel
but
the pain was still there
all she wanted was to be alive
and the only time she felt that was
when she drew on her arm
she tried opening up her heart to her mother
but
her mother always walked away
so she closed up
and only opened up
to a couple of people who would listen to her cries
when she felt alone she drew more pictures into her arms and legs
she wanted to be beautiful but no one was there to tell her the truth so she drew more and more pictures into her arm
she looked into the mirror one last time before she was going to take her last breath she cried when she saw herself
she was happy but sad at the same time
she grabbed a razor
and
cut her wrist over and over again until it was bleeding a river
she closed her eyes and said she felt alive
and
was
happy
she
was
taking
her
last
breath
and that there would be no more pain for her and that she could finally be happy
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