In that single moment, that girl who was only thirteen years old.
That poor girl who felt so worthless.
She couldn't eat, She couldn't sleep.
The tears couldn't stop hitting the floor.
And the darkness was begging for more,
Much more misery.
Stumbled into the bathroom.
Sprawled on the floor.
Dragging that blade across her skin.
The blood grows thick.
The pain begins,
Not from the physical wound.
But from the hopelessness the girl had.
For she had felt completely alone.
Isolated in her own home.
She grabs her chest and moans in agony
Thinking of the next catastrophe
In her ever so toxic life.
The cuts begin to dry.
And so do her eyes.
That girl is now nineteen years old.
She has learned that life is so much more.
Than a ****** Friday afternoon.