8 July 2012
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!
A Cry For Help • Opuss № I