"she was such a happy girl" are the words everyone said about her, but inside she was dying. When no one was around she would sit in a corner and cry. All she wanted was to be loved by someone. She would cry for hours on end. Knowing that all the names were true. She just wished that she could just get out of this endless, dark tunnel. Then one day, she found a blade. She put it to her wrist and cut. It hurt. But it was the good pain. She felt the blood rushing down. She liked the feeling. It made her feel alive. She made another cut and watched it bleed for a while. She then bandages it up and put a hoodie on.
