There over in that corner is a girl
She's crying
Rocking back and forth holding her arms to her chest
Something drips onto the floor
Is it a tear
Wait no it can't be because it's red
A dark red
Look at her arms
Let's see why she's crying
She's cut herself
You can see it better now
She's done this to herself
Her cuts are too deep
Her wrists are too open to fix
She slumps to the floor
She breathes her last breath
This girl is now another attention seeking whore to society
But to me she was a strong warrior who died in battle ...
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The Corner
Short StoryThis is a short story I wrote when I was in math class. Not super long, but I thought I should post it. Tell me what you think.
