“She’s getting sicker”

“She’s just getting sicker” they keep saying to each other, they act as if I can’t hear them but the truth is I can. They don’t realise but at night when they talk about me I can hear them, I can hear every single word about how I hide my arms and shy away. They don’t understand how much I’m hurting inside. They don’t understand how much I want to hide and take my life, to end it all would be a salvation but in their eyes I’m jut their little girl who’s reaching “desperation”. To me it’s a solution and a way to end the pain, they need to see this through my eyes, living each day is destroying my mind.

Escape

As I slowly raise the gun to my head I can’t help but think of it as a salvation and a solution to life and pain, but I can’t help but think maybe there’s another way.

The blades again? Surely not…. It’s not a definite way of ending it. Maybe the pills? But they haven’t been reliable in the past.

Or maybe I should just find another way to run away from it all, yet no matter how hard I try its always there following me like a shadow.