I cut the words ' I'm dieing' on my skin, along with the writing ' on the inside' I was gonna do it on my stomach where no one could see it. An X on my arm, writing on my shoulder, and lines on my sides. I scratch the blade across my skin and yet as the cut goes deeper I feel no pain.
I don't know what love is, I do know pain, but not pleasure. I know sadness but not hapiness. I know death and now no longer life. I am living a lie and no longer understand what the word ' truth ' means. Without pain, death, sadness, human kind would not know pleasure, life, and hapiness. But for me it would not matter, because all i know and feel is pain, death, sadness, and darkness. I used to long for atleast one day of comfort. Now all I want us atleast one second where i don't have to feel alone, and outcast, or as some say, a freak. I don't belong here and don't want to. I never moved because I am no longer alive. My soul still lives in Grove City, in the basement, where I died
Sarah matthews
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