Cross my heart and hope to die, Sit up every night and - TopicsExpress



          

Cross my heart and hope to die, Sit up every night and cry. Starve yourself till you faint. Write a note in blood red paint. Razors cut and cuts heal. Bruises fade, Unlike how I feel. Bullied heaps now so depressed. Too thin to wear a dress. Was called ugly, fat, and hideous. Now skinny yet oblivious. Killing herself she grabs a blade. Upon her skin a promise is made. Not to eat and not to try. Now just sit and watch me die.
Posted on: Fri, 30 Aug 2013 23:16:07 +0000

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