She cut herself every single day. From the second she woke
up, in the bathroom during lunch, the minute she got home from school, and
before she said a prayer to go to sleep at night. The only peace she ever got
was when she was asleep. But even during those times she was uneasy in her
dreams.
Her mom yelled her at day and night. Her dad was no longer
around. She got bullied at school. It was like the suffering never ended.
Every day as she pressed on that blade, she’d ask for the
courage to press down deeper to leave this world. She didn’t want the gift of
life. It wasn’t even considered a “gift” to her. She was done.
As she reminisces back to those days, she kisses her
boyfriend softly saying straight from her heart, “thank you for
everything." She interlocks her fingers with his and presses her cheek
against his lips. This was the happiest she’s ever been.
As she reminisces back to those days, she carries the
blade once again. Staring at it, thinking, with tears going down her face. She
presses it one more time upon her wrist softly and gently and whispers, “thank
you for everything."
As she reminisces back to that day she threw that blade in
the trash, she smiles at her husband and says, “thank you for everything.”
As he reminisces back to that
day, he whispers to her and their newborn baby, “thank you for everything.”
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