Her last words

A Story by Cheyenne Delay

Her wrists cry the song of the broken the lonelier she is, but not a soul stops to question if she's okay. Instead society turns their head to the depressed, they shake their heads as if they understand. Her silence screams the words of the abused, her hands tremble her eye unwilling stray away, but society just looks away. Can't anyone see her self hate? Alone she cry's pleading for help "please someone save me." She writes "dear world,

This is no place for a girl like me just look at my I'm worthless, ugly, and I'm weak. I promise to make you proud I gained the courage to pull through till the end. I'm sorry mother I wished to be as pretty as you, and father you were my role model too I hoped to be as successful as you. But see this world is no place for a girl like me. While not only did they hate me i did too. To all my "friends" I wish you knew you failed to see the broken pieces even as they lay beneath your eyes. Now I thank you for leading me stray because with out you I'd only continue to pray good by world I hope we never meet again some day."