Seven

She was a simple child. Her mother loved her. Atleast until she was 7. Then her mom turned her back on her. For some reason her mom found it impossible to keep a promise made to her. Promises where kept to others but never to her. But even through all the lies, her mom tried to ''protect her.'' She tried to keep her daughter away from all the strife and knowledge of life. All but what books could teach her. She hated this feeling of being locked up. She took a blade and cut through her arm. The flesh easily peeled away. Opening vibrant blue veins, releasing chrimsion beautiful blood. Along with all her frustraton and determination. What more can you say. She always felt the hands on her eyes. Trying to blind her from everything the world holds. But she peeked around those hands many a times. When the hands werent paying any attention. She unclogged her sight all by herself. Maybe with the help of some friends. but none the less, she did. Now she could see the world for what it truly is. And what she saw made her cry.

She saw depression. suicide, disorders, starved, cutting. She felt grief, sorrow, pain. She realized she was a cutter, but she loved it. She realized she had a disorder, but she didn't care.

She placed 3 small gems outside her eye. One for each of the person's who she'd ever truly cared about and who in trun had hurt all the same. Looked life straight in the eye itself. Told it that she was more beautiful than death. And she continued her life. Continuously peeking beyond those covering hands. Seeking a life beth never let her have, in the secrets of her mind. She found the release of flesh sliced through. She continued with her life.

This is based off a true stroy...me

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