Shes stares up, looking at the clouds. Rain is falling, so are her tears. She wishes she could die. She’s tried to live up to the standards that have been put before her. She tired of pretending to be okay. All she wants is to scream, to let all her pent up emotion out. But she won’t. She’s trying to be strong. Not for herself, for people that have told her to be strong. But how much longer can she go until she falls to her knees with no life in her to keep going?
She goes to school, with a smile on her face, hoping it looks real. Hoping that her laugh seems real enough, that they won’t ask questions. She goes home, tired. Tired of pretending, and faking. So much emotion, to much for her to handle, doesn’t know what to do. So the only way out, that she knows, is to cut. This secret addiction of hers, has helped. It’s has never left her. It’s always been able to dull everything…and at the same bring out every emotion.