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Jul 2015
She sat in the corner
Wrist cut
Dripping blood
Stained walls from her frantic fits
Talking to her suicidal thoughts  
She was plagued by a faulty destiny
So she cursed faith
Living with a permanent heartbreak  
Was just to much for her to take
Her parents often reminded her she was a mistake
She was the tool they let there anger out on
Used as a punching bag
And gift verbal abuse
Plus her dad kissed on her when mom wasn't around
No friends
Disgraced by society because she loved her own ***
Death is the only thing she has at stake
To her the world was cruel
Proof you don't have to die to get to hell
God wasn't listed in one of her beliefs
This blade her only relief
This is her religion
She learned to get rid of one pain feel another
The only thing she could control
As long as she has this she needs nothing else
It's why she slits her wrist
Written by
devante moore  24/M
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