No one ever loved her.
Of that she was sure.
No father to have
And no mother to hold.
Her heart torn in half.
Her face bathed in tears.
No one cares.
But those are not her fears.
What are her fears, you may ask.
She doesn’t fear anything.
The cuts on her wrists,
make it harder to breathe,
harder to want,
and harder to need.
She wants to let go,
But she cannot.
For letting go would be giving up the fight.
She wants to try and fight the difficult battle.
But her heart wants otherwise.
The blades calling her name every day and night.
Every day and every night
she gives into the blades
1,2,3
1,2,3
She was done trying.
Done breathing.
Done wanting.
And done needing.
If life is like this, what’s the point?

An hour later she was no longer suffering personhood.
Pulse was gone.
Mind clean of dark, terrible thoughts.
Skin still covered in cuts, but they no longer hurt.
She’s lucky, you may think.
But she isn’t.
She let go of her purpose and life.
She may no longer be suffering this life, but what about her parents?

Her mom walks in after calling her about 3 times that dinner was done.
Her eyes fall to the floor,
seeing her baby girl lay there lifeless.
Peaceful, but disturbed.
She breaks down on the floor and grab her baby.
Holding her in her arms, not wanting to let her go.
“I’m sorry, baby.”
Her mother says between sobs.
There’s a letter on her dresser.

Dear mommy,
I assume that you’re pretty proud that you did this.
This is all your fault.
I felt unloved,
unwanted,
and unneeded.
You hated me so much.

Dear best friend,
I’m sorry,
I don’t know why I’m sorry,
but I’m sorry.
I never wanted you to feel like this.
You didn’t deserve this,
But it was too much to take,
too much to handle.

Goodbye.

Her mother looks down at her,
she’s sorry, but she doesn’t know it’s not her fault.
It’s no one’s fault, except the girl’s.

Don’t lose your purpose.
I love you.
I need you.
Someone out there needs you.
You’re going to have to stay strong.
Live your life.
Love yourself.
Those scars are not ugly.
They’re beautiful.
They show that you’re a fighter.
Keep fighting your fight.
I <3 U