Description
We've stopped looking for monsters underneath our beds, and started looking for them in our heads. I'm done. I'm done with the pain, the name calling, the laughs, the being pushed around, the crying. I'm just done. I've bottled up my emotions long enough. No one knows. I scream in the dark and no one hears. I cry in the corner and no one sees. I put on a fake smile and do my work and tell everyone that I'm fine, that I am perfect when inside I'm broken. I can't be fixed. No one can fix me. I am too far gone. I have made my choice and there is no going back now. No, oops I didn't mean to do that. Redo. I will kill myself because I am broken and no one cares. And so tonight the blood will run free. It will escape this prison of skin and be free.
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