No Scars to Prove it.

She feels worthless. She feels alone, sad, and lost. She wants to give up. Give up on everything; happiness, love, friendship, life. She just can’t take it anymore. She’ll be crying one minute then laugh the next. She thinks she’s lying to herself, to friends, and to family when she smiles. She feels confused and just wants to lay down. Lay down forever and never get up. She can’t take it anymore. She just wants to know, Why the hell does she feel like this?! Why the hell is she so alone?! Constantly crying and begging to know, what will she achieve if these scars finally show. Hiding her pain from her parents and friends, just to let it out with some paper and some pens. She tries so hard to not cause self harm, but she always stares at the blade that could easily pierce her forearm. Begging herself to forget the past, and the times she tried to commit suicide last. She doesn’t have the scars to prove it, but you sure can tell, that this girl here has been through a shit load of hell.