She stand on the chair and tie the rope around her neck she wrote a letter with her hands shaking wild *Look at me now are you proud for your precious child?!* But she knew that her parents weren't the ones to blame it was the world that would now down its head in shame

But those cuts on her wrist they were no mistake but no one cared enough to save her from the sled hate things were going down never really up here she is now stuck in this stupid rut she knew exactly what she had to do next...

Hewwo

And if someone noticed she would blame the cat bu

She knew she didn't fit in and everyone seemed to miss it she carried on like a solider in the ballet world bleeding out from every cut her body consumed she had no friends at school all alone she sat