Wonder
She exprsses her feelings in a simple way. She asks the boy she loves to love her back. He plays with her mind for a week, lets her think she has someone that likes her for her. At the dance they are in a corner. That night she is happy for the first time in years the tears, fears. "Not worth it" she says. That Monday his game is over. He broke her heart, and she broke her skin. With his name carved on her leg. Her scar will mend but not her soul. Her mother found her diary, read the sad things that has transformed her baby girl over the years. Grabs her, and rolls up her sleeve, tears stream from both of their eyes. The girl runs to the bathroom, grabs her razor and 32 times she slowly feels. Discusted in herself she needs to get out, away. One more to help her pain..... to deep. Her blood comes with her pain the same. Wishing she could change. Her body weekends, eyes drift, heart beats, she feels. She feels.
Like i said my friend is still alive, but cutting is a seriouse thing. I have never done it, but I was affraid for my friend. To this day I pray that she dosnt hurt heself any more, yet i know she does. So if you know some one that does this, tell and adult, is your friendship more than a life?
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SquareHeadposted on 07/06/2007
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