The girl with a story written in scars.

She searches frantically. Looking through boxes and drawers. She looks as if she hasn't slept for days. Her hair is a mess, her make-up is smeared. Mascara runs with the tears she cries of pain, hurt, and sorrow. Does any one understand? She isn't searching for a friend, her favorite stuffed animal or movie. She's searching for the blade that takes it all away.That's all she knows to be the cure of the emotional destruction she has faced. Her father tries to control her. Her mother martyrs her. She will never get out. It's a never ending cycle. So she turns to that blade. That blade is her best friend. She feels she has nowhere to turn other than to her blade. Everyone hates that she has chosen that coping skill, but do they really understand? Do they feel the pain that she does? Do they live everyday in the body and life that she does? Do they know what there are talking about when they tell her that's not the answer? When she's tried everything else and nothing seems to completely cure this but her blade..Oh, her blade, it relives the pain for a while. Almost long enough..but then she has to try again. To get rid of the pain. Again and again until there is no more room. Now she's all scared up. She'll have a story to tell, if she ever gets out of this mess. But while she's in this captivity, things just don't look so bright for her. We will all say that we will pray for her. But will we really? or will we just think that's useless? Will we just forget about it until it really matters, when you see in the paper that she died. maybe then you will take back all the things you said. The way you judged her for her decisions. When instead, all she needed was someone to talk to who wouldn't judge her, who wouldn't tell her that everything she says is wrong, everything she does is wrong, that she can't do anything right. All she needed was a friend, a true friend. But no one could provide that, everyone fails her. EVERYONE but people are only human, that's why she trusts no one. She relies on no one. Some may say she's wrong for that, but who else is she to rely on? Some may say she has a hole she needs to fill. But where's that hole? What should be there? A person maybe? Something spiritual? What is supposed to be in this "hole" everyone is talking about? She won't ever find out. No one will think about her after the funeral. To them she's dead and gone and she didn't matter before. She doesn't matter now. 8 people went to her funeral. Some people who were close to her. a few relatives. Her parents didn't go. The went to Florida instead. They didn't care. Poor girl. I hope she can't see her funeral from where ever she ended up. She'd be disappointed. She would think her parents would feel remorseful. But she thought wrong. Once again another thing she did that wasn't right.