Life was hard, so she cut. Life was still hard, so she gave up. Stupid girl they said, but they couldn't understand. What she was thinking, what was going through that little girl's mind. What could make her want to disappear forever?But she didn't need them to understand, all she needed was to get away. Away from the loneliness, away from the fears, to a better place.A place she could call home, a place to feel safe. Heaven.
Sometimes you think you've found love, when it's really just one of those objects that are shiny in a certain light--a trophy, say, or a ring, or a diamond, even. Glass shards, maybe. You've got to be careful, you do. The shine can blind you. The edges can cut you in way you never imagined. It is up to you to allow that or not.
Thank you. It used to be knee length, but then I discovered that when I get angry I like to cut things.I'm not allowed to have scissors any more. It's still pretty lengthy, but I've been threatening to shave half of it for the past week and nobody seems to believe me..I do it all myself though because I scream when I'm touched and that scares people.