See, no one really wants to know the truth.
Parents like to pretend that their family is lovely, maybe even verging on sappy.
And that everything is oh so happy-clappy.
Nobody shows an interest in the overly-quiet child, they know not of her tortured youth.
Hugs and kisses, rare.
Broken bones and squashed wishes, that is how they show that they care.
Any doctor or paediatric psychiatrist will tell you, that a child at several junctions, while growing up, craves attention.
Was it beyond the comprehension?
Mommy and Daddy just get annoyed.
So, a sad little eight year old has to find something to fill the void.
One day that shiny metal catches her eye.
Drawn to it, almost as if she were a magpie.
Trust me people, something like this does not happen when one is simply bored.
Destructive behaviours such as these, usually strike when a person believes that something within themselves is fundamentally flawed.
The repetitive action of causing friction.
It soon becomes some form of a compulsion and/or an addiction.
Encounters with Mr Knife...
Become part of normal life.
Jan 4, 2015
Jan 4, 2015 at 8:32 AM UTC
See, no one really wants to know the truth.
Parents like to pretend that their family is lovely, maybe even verging on sappy.
And that everything is oh so happy-clappy.
Nobody shows an interest in the overly-quiet child, they know not of her tortured youth.
Hugs and kisses, rare.
Broken bones and squashed wishes, that is how they show that they care.
Any doctor or paediatric psychiatrist will tell you, that a child at several junctions, while growing up, craves attention.
Was it beyond the comprehension?
Mommy and Daddy just get annoyed.
So, a sad little eight year old has to find something to fill the void.
One day that shiny metal catches her eye.
Drawn to it, almost as if she were a magpie.
Trust me people, something like this does not happen when one is simply bored.
Destructive behaviours such as these, usually strike when a person believes that something within themselves is fundamentally flawed.
The repetitive action of causing friction.
It soon becomes some form of a compulsion and/or an addiction.
Encounters with Mr Knife...
Become part of normal life.
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