(blast from the past)
The blood ran down her arm, gently it fell from her skin silently to the ground. This is only the beginning. She has so much pain, so much anger. Why doesn’t anyone love me? Why don’t they care?
She’s just like anyone else, she too needs to be loved. The blood has stopped; she grabs the glass and starts slashing at her skin. The pain so icy and sharp. Each day she cries when she gets home.
So much for friends; there liars, bitches, backstabbers. There all they same, they don’t care about her, let alone her feelings. They told the teacher about her slashed wrists; backstabbers. She locked herself in the toilet; they told. Bitches.
Memories reeling, through her messed up mind. She wants to leave forever, she needs to leave. Running out of the toilet through the cold bitter rain, everyone staring at her; like she was some kind of alien. Her hair blurring her vision and her clothes wet, make up running down her face. There were footsteps trudging after her, “fuck off” she yelled behind her. She ran on through the rain, the clouds were dark, kind of like her soul, her past; never wanting to return to it. She ran until she could no longer run.
Just standing there in the rain, whimpering, they soon caught up. The teacher and her so-called friend, the others didn’t come, why? Her friend wrapped her arms around her fragile body; the poor innocent young girl. “Let me go, why can’t you let me be free!” She fell to her knees crying, her friend falling with her. The teacher looked on at the. Young girls. “Let me be free, please,” “ you are free forever” She was Free
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