Tears burned as they rolled down her cheeks.
Thoughts pounded through her head after every heart beat.
But she's alone; they don't understand
She can't handle anymore pain- she can't take this anymore.
She does the only thing she can to release her anger.
She strolls into the desolate kitchen and reaches for the knife.
The knife- sharp as ever.
She stood there for a moment as cold air flooded the room.
And within a matter of seconds it was done
The wound on her arm was throbbing with a slight pain.
But she doesn't care anymore.
It's a daily routine for her now.
People like her and people like me
We don't do this because we're creeps.
It's our cry for help.
So please- don't judge us!
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