A Major Cry For Help
The tears are too heavy to wipe away, she doesnt bother getting rid of them
because she feels they are meant to stay
with fiery red eyes and a face with the look of exaust, she feels she has no control
over the feeling she has come across
she disconnected her phone, black lights and curtins covered her room, she even
broke her t.v. she had no interest in being outside to enjoy the excitement she
could see
self medicating, due to a headache every day was the reason everybody believed
she never stayed awake and barely touched a plate
at such a young age she couldnt even look in the mirrior for a few minutes without
turning away, and still not knowing what she feels, shes allowing herself to fade
away
DID ANYBODY GET TO HER BEFORE IT WAS TOO LATE??
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