Tuesday, February 8, 2011

There's A Girl

There's a girl that doesn't know how to handle things. Everything's spiralling out of control. Maybe it's just a nightmare and she can't wake up? You would never guess her secret if you knew her. She hides it so well. She's so happy and you think she's a terrible actress and liar. How could she ever hide anything? What secret could she ever keep? Do you know? She cuts herself. She says it helps her; makes her feel better. She says that in that split second, she's in control, she has power. But it's addicting and she can't stop. She always says she'll quit and never do it again, but then something goes wrong and she breaks down. Why start? She was made fun of, tormented. Her hair, looks, body, none of it was good enough. She felt so overwelmed and knew of a friend doing it, so she tried it. Just a scratch, just little beads of blood, but the release was amazing. As time went by, the cravings got worse. She didn't just want it, she needed it. If she was in class, she'd steal paper clips, sissors, a stapler, it didn't matter, it just needed to break the skin. The blood was her only true friend. When she set it free, it released her from everything around her. Then people found out and looked at her with cold eyes. No one understood so they shunned her, except for a few select people. They all said she needed saved, but from what? Herself? She didn't understand. People could screw everyone in school, stoners could smoke weed or pop pills, why was she the freak? Then it hit her, she wasn't the freak, they were all just running away from the reality when she embraced it and even took it head on. She did as they asked, counciling to keep her mother from crying, threw away all her knives for closure for her dad, and even got checked sometimes. How is she now? Horrible. No closure. She feels like a coward. She needs to let the world know that no one can hurt her as much as she could. She needed them to know that she wasn't afraid, that she wasn't ugly anymore. The dark lines and carving had made her beautiful. They prove she won the war against the world. Who is this girl? Of the poeple you know, who does she remind you of?

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