in the middle of the night,
she cries,
she cries in her silence,
the scariest cry,
shes shameful,
she wants to die,
noone will let her,
let her story be told,
of how her soul was ruined,
her heart is no longer gold,
the words that hurt her,
annoy her, destroy her,
the words cut so deep,
she cuts herself,
according to how she feels,
because of your cuts,
she loses her sleep,
her heart has sunk deep,
deep in her chest,
she wants to lay her head,
let her just rest,
let her go,
please let her go,
 let her go home,
if there really even is a god,
she wonders why,
oh why would he do this?
let her heart hurt this much,
why why why would he do this.?
this girl is me,
shy, & once sweet,
curly blonde hair,
beautiful eyes,
but hates herself,
hates herself because of the words,
she is now filled with hatred,
the words she has heard now sit in her mind,
she now believes them,
& cuts again, & again,
noone even realizes anymore,
they think shes fine,
this girl is me. THINGSISHOULDHAVESAID.JUSTBREATHING.
yeah i dont physically cut anymore,
but its an infection of the mind,
me?
yeah, i still say im fine.<3