Cut

by Milla   Oct 29, 2005


She cut faster and faster as the her body felt faint.she wanted every cut to be every pain she ever felt.she knew her life was mealing less.nothing was right.
she hated the fact that every1 thought she was perfect.she hated life.she hated her life
every thought that she was talented or was perfect and never had a problem
she has to act like she is something she is not or every 1 would hate her
1 cut for pain
1 cut for hatred
1 cut for fakeness
1 cut for life.she stopped.she felt numb.she knew that 1 more cut
would end her life.
she wanted to die.
she would cry every night hoping that maybe god would get sick of her crying and kill her.but he wouldn't do the deed
she had to do it her self
tears streamed down her face that just 1 more just one more all her troubles would be over.no more pain no more lying.no more just no more
1 cut to end it all.
she laid there lifeless like a deer seeing a car.
no breath.no thoughts would run threw her head.no tears would roll down her cheecks
just 1 cut that all it took to make her happy...........

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  • 19 years ago

    by *@$*{♥Amira♥}*$@*

    That is so sad! I used 2 cut -n- that really touched mah heart. And we should connect mah other first name is Jamila. (Amira-Jamila)

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