"Maybe that's it. We eventually go numb; because you can't break a heat that's already broken."
She woke up,
but it was not her bed.
She silently took her clothes,
making sure she makes no noise.
She took one last look,
at the sleeping boy,
she walked away.
She could not hold it in any longer,
she broke down,
crying she ran home.
She felt dirty,
she felt used,
she felt worthless,
she dint want to live this life.
But she had to,
she was trapped in her own mind.
Her shaking hands held the blade,
she cut her arms,
not deep enough to kill her,
but she wanted to feel something,
she dint want to feel empty.
She got up and got changed,
she put her makeup,
she wore her heels.
She felt like a slut,
she dint feel pretty anymore.
She again put the fake smile on her face,
and drove to school.
DU LIEST GERADE
MEAN GIRLS |✔
KurzgeschichtenThey called her the mean girl. She was who the girls envied, who the guys lusted for. TRIGGER WARNING: This story contains self-harm, suicide, slut-shaming.
