Everyone believed nothing was wrong with her, until they saw her cuts and scars. The beautiful smile helped cover up how broken she really was. She watched as the blood dripped along her arm. Only wishing for some sort of rescue from making the next one. She was tired and ached from not being understood. The constant stressors will soon come to an end, only leaving a major one behind. How she wished she was as everyone else expected her to be and not this good for nothing piece of shit. She took herself for granted, always believing the negative stuff and disregarding the positive stuff. One day, maybe just one day, this fight will all come to an end and it will be nothing more than an horrific past.