Secret life

by Jessica   Oct 28, 2005


There was a girl i knew very well her name was Jessica and she was known to never fall.

Some people really liked her they thought she was the best but others really hated her.

She had one best friend she wouldn't trade for the world.So why a life so grand fail?

She had a secret only one person new which was her best friend. This secret was the only thing that helped her mend....it separated her from the world it made her feel important.

She felt that to be able to bleed was a gift a freedom. So she cut with knifes and razor blades.....only to make scars a couple a days later. But she was very mentally sick to many cuts appeared.

She had to be rushed to the hospital for she cut to deep. Her life ended that night and no one really new why.

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