Undefined Hope

As she lays in bed she thinks about the pain, the loss, the memories.
She hates this feeling, it is the same every night.
Blood-shed, the crimson leaking out of her skin, it releases her from the world. It hides her overwhelming problems.
The blade, cold and sharp, is her only friend. A friend who lies and tells her cutting is the only way out. Lies build and build, pushing her farther over the edge.
She goes deeper and deeper, sending her to a new world, new heights.
These heights are what she believes are her last hope.





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