My letter

by Hannah   Mar 10, 2006


I think i cut my self to deep this time, if i did just give then the letter i left behind.no one cares about me this blood spills so you can see the pain flooding inside me.

she screams in terror but no ones there,they think she is crazy but she is unaware.her cuts on her wrist is the scars that remind her of what real people are she finds her self dreaming about a perfect life. then she wakes up and finds that people hate her. she cuts her name into her wrist she tells everone your going to actually remember my name because of this.

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