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Life is one big misunderstood thought.

Society tells us when were young, that the world is a happy

and joyful place.

But the mediea teaches us about gun violence, bombings, suicide and murder.

All this confusses a teenage girl.

She starts to think about killing herself and others, if the blood would feel nice

between her fingers,  about sex, if it would be as pleasurable as they say, and about drugs,

does it take u to ur happy place?

 

As a way to cope with lifes drama she starts to cut her arms.

She cuts deep and hard with a pointy peice of broken glass.

Tears roll down her face as her skin tears open and she starts to feel better.

Her blood was cold, and wet but felt so wonderful in her hands.

After awhile she couldnt stop, it had become an obsession of hers,

a way to cope with life.

 

Weeks then months would go by and no one cared to help.

Her friends had thier own problems and own things to worry about

and didnt really care what she was doing as long as she was alive they figured

she was fine......they were wrong.

 

She took up drinking and self exposure.

After awhile she was known as the school s**t.

She hated it.

Writing songs and poetry helped

but not enough.

Cutting was the only thing that really helped her see tomarow.

 

The girls one and only happiness was a boy.

This boy made her feel like she ment something.

Love is what came to mind when she thought about him.

That boy didnt feel the same tho,

he liked her best friend.

The boy went out with the best friend and crushed her

so so badly.

No one was there to lean on or to comfort her.

All she had was her lonely room and a pillow.

 

So.... what happens to the girl

Reviews

[The Damned]

love it.

much emotion

much like us.

i know what happens.

its easy to predict.