Memoirs of a Girl with Broken Dreams

Day Two

I woke up last night. It hurt. It really hurt.

I felt like he's here. Like he's gonna hurt me again.

It hurts and I can feel him hurting me.

People say that I shouldn't kill myself, that it doesn't fix anything.

They're lying though. I know they are. They want me dead. They want me dead. He should have pulled the trigger. He should've taken the shot. Then we wouldn't have this problem.....

I wouldn't be tainted or broken.

I rock back and forth and cry but still nobody notices. I continue to scream to God. But the only thing that truly hears me are my blades.

They understand. They help ease the pain. I can feel the pain all fade away and it helps, if only for a little bit.