Friday, April 26, 2013

The Way She Cries



It's not that she likes the crystal slicing open her flesh or the sticky crimson dribbling down her wrist, but rather she is addicted to the pain and the simplicity of others. Don't say that it's her fault, because her parents, school mates, and teachers are to blame. No one did anything other than tear her down, no one ever cared about her, so why should she start now? And every night she cries herself to sleep, just to please the monsters.

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