A story of the forgotten
The broken one.
She was a strange child right from birth. No wonder she grew up so dysfunction, lost in her own little world; a phycopath at heart, her misery lay undiscovered, she was as un feeling, un-living as thoes that lay under the ground benith her. Little can be said of her demise; all that is know is she was found by a passerby one frosty winter, after a creature of the night dragged out her frozen corpse from amoungst the blood laced snow.
Her life. A greif sticken tragedy of insanity and self suffering. She cried out for help but no-one ever took any care. They seem to find amusement in her pain.
She was so quiet, so withdrawn but her wrists screamed for help. You would of thought someone would of been slightly more sympathetic towards her, take some time to try and understand the reasoning behind her actions. They never did, no-one cared. They just redicuoled her made her feel like everything was her fault. Self mutalating was her escape, her way of expressing her emotion. When she was around people she hid behind an expressionless face. You could tell what she was thinking, you could tell she needed your help, but instead you just sat down and watched her life fall apart around you, as if it was somthing shakespear had created.If you knew how strongly she felt; if you knew she would commit suicide, would you still stand by and watch her tear herself apart?
She had a tragic upbringing increasingly antisocial. She was destined to die alone. Did it have to be due to such terrible circumstances. Things could of been so different. She didn't have to be alone, you could of prevented this, but i suppose thats how people get their kicks in life. At such a young age she was left to fend for herself, alone scared and depressed. As she grew older she hid in the shadows botteling up her emotions only letting them spill out when she was alone in a dark room with a sharp impliment. She used to hide her cuts, her scars but towards the end, it always seemed rather pointless. People saw, people made comment but no-one wondered why, no-one wanted her to stop. Anything said on the matter by any person was just an insult thrown down at her. She grew tierd of it all , she was so self-contious. She cut she starved herself but still the system failed to help her,
Her life. A greif sticken tragedy of insanity and self suffering. She cried out for help but no-one ever took any care. They seem to find amusement in her pain.
She was so quiet, so withdrawn but her wrists screamed for help. You would of thought someone would of been slightly more sympathetic towards her, take some time to try and understand the reasoning behind her actions. They never did, no-one cared. They just redicuoled her made her feel like everything was her fault. Self mutalating was her escape, her way of expressing her emotion. When she was around people she hid behind an expressionless face. You could tell what she was thinking, you could tell she needed your help, but instead you just sat down and watched her life fall apart around you, as if it was somthing shakespear had created.If you knew how strongly she felt; if you knew she would commit suicide, would you still stand by and watch her tear herself apart?
She had a tragic upbringing increasingly antisocial. She was destined to die alone. Did it have to be due to such terrible circumstances. Things could of been so different. She didn't have to be alone, you could of prevented this, but i suppose thats how people get their kicks in life. At such a young age she was left to fend for herself, alone scared and depressed. As she grew older she hid in the shadows botteling up her emotions only letting them spill out when she was alone in a dark room with a sharp impliment. She used to hide her cuts, her scars but towards the end, it always seemed rather pointless. People saw, people made comment but no-one wondered why, no-one wanted her to stop. Anything said on the matter by any person was just an insult thrown down at her. She grew tierd of it all , she was so self-contious. She cut she starved herself but still the system failed to help her,