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At school, you are a popular well liked girl, but what people fail to see is the true pain you hide. While all your friends go out on saturday night, you seclude yourself from them for a reason, You can't bear for people to see the sad, morose person you are when you are with yourself. You just lay in bed and think to yourself how you could make your life happy without all the material things that you are lacking. Something deep that is missing from your life. Like a chunk of your life that you have never had but seem to miss and long for. You finally find a solution. You bleed to no end telling yourself that you are a worthless human being for not making the cuts deeper. That if you were really strong enough, you would make it an inch deep. But the wounds not only you see on your wrists, you feel it in your heart. With every slice of the blade something in your heart cuts deeper, making it bleed in pain. Your heart finally just cannot take anymore and you stop and lay down wondering if anyone will notice your pain. Your chest and body ache from the longing of just wanting something real, for the first time in your life. You gasp for help, asking the clear air for help. Just wishing something bigger was out there listening to your pain. And comforting you. Someone that would understand your pain and feelings and just to be there in toughest times. At school the next day you put on a mask of jovial expression. Then you go home and wonder if your life is worth living.

Always know that you are never alone. I hold you in the palm of my hand, soothing away every cut, every incision that has ever pierced your skin and heart. Just know that I love you and would do anything for you. I died for you once, and I would do it again. -God