A burden to bury
March 17, 2016
Young and free, sweet as can be but that one day, changed everything.
Soft and hurt, blade in hand, lines going across her arms
Tears running down her face, head in oblivion
Blood dripping down her arms onto the carpet
Thinking to herself, "why me?'
Scolding, sweating, crying and pushing harder and harder
becoming weaker and weaker
Finally...the suffering is over.
The burden has been burried.
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