Liza Pov
I start crying i wish i could love i can't have friends our a boyfriend because everything i love dies. Sometimes i wish i could love i wish i was normal and could love like other people. But i'm a monster and monsters don't love. I cry harder i pull up in my drive way, I'm tired of being by myself
I get out my car and walk in the house again left alone my dad is a truck driver so he travels alot. I go to my room drop my bag and go to the bathroom i grab a blade out of my drawer i sit on the floor and cut my wrists slowly hoping i hit a vein. I make 5 more cuts and watch them bleed they fall on the floor Drip drip drip drip. I get up get undressed and walk in the shower it stings as i put my wrists under the warm water i wash up and put a huge t-shirt on and lay down. I feel so weighed down but when do i not feel like that, when do i not feel unloved when do i not feel depressed or hurt. People ask what's wrong and they get the same response
"You wouldn't understand". I cry myself to sleep. Why? Why put me in this world if i wasn't meant to love or be loved.
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