With the night comes darkness, but also the stars. Phone calls, tears, blood, knife, pain, and it all somehow repeats itself. You took my heart and my hoodies. You hit me with a car and felt no sympathy. You called the police and thought it could help. But now your just dancing on my grave. The edge was so close that night. I was screaming out to god to help me find my wings. But it’s not my time ...
It’s time I spill the beans.
My name is Maggie.
My life’s kind of trashy.
I try to change.
But people see me the same.
I grew up not knowing who I am.
Maybe that’s okay?
No one sees me for who I truly am.
All I can do is try to be who I am.
I just have to fight through the cuts, bruises and scars....
Everybody wants to judge me but nobody wants to listen to me. I told them what they did. But they didn't care. So I packed my bags and left. I never wanted to come back but I was forced to. I don't want to be here. Instead of hurting her, I hurt myself. I have scars from where I cut and a fresh new one from last night. Every time I'm in this house there is such a heavy burden on me. I want to esca...
I cry then I cut. Three cuts on my wrist. Swollen and sore. I try to hide them. No one has asked if I’m okay. I’m not and I need help. I need someone to be here for me and take away my burdens. The voices keep telling me that I’m not good enough and that I should give up. Help me…...
The constant screaming in my head makes me want to end it.
Those words you said to me make me want to bleed out.
I want to stay strong but I can't.
Breaking down into my pillow.
Sliding off the wall onto the floor.
My knees are quivering so I can barely stand up.
My hands can barely type out a message for help.
I want to disappear.
Is it too late to leave?
Do I run away or face it head on?
Or do...
