it was dark, the things she wrote, the thoughts she had, the lies that marked her porcelain skin. her voice screamed, "help!" and yet the demon inside ripped her voice away piece by piece until only death remained inside her mind.
her eyes couldn't see the lies for the fog that was made of pure deception clouded her mind and filled her lungs with the lies swirling inside her. the smoke became too much and the demons would only let her see the vein on her wrist and the box of blades that were just waiting... and waiting... they were waiting for her to b re a k to be p u s h e d to far to make her feel everything and then nothing at all.
As she wrote desperately, trying to find her inner peace, she died, sacrificing herself to those demons inside she found eternal silence, one that not even the angels could hear. My dear, didn't you know that you were an angel? Why did you believe the voices that said you couldn't fly? Why did you believe the god forsaken lies? Why?
Even though you didn't die (thank god for that) you died on the inside while in your teens and in college. I am so proud of you for staying here even through your hardest years. x