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They scratch,I duck.I feel my arm for the blood thats not mine.A close friend that died in the battle of depression.Her arm is coverd with scars that have penatrated her skin and sunk into her flesh that have resurfaced for air which now feel like bee stings.She screamed for help but know one heard.She wanted a friend but no one cared.She struggeld for love but know one knew.Now shes here lying on her bed with razor blade knifes slicing at her skin.Shes sad but happy because now shes got a friend.Her freiends name is pain.It follows here shodow and agonizes her good thoughts. When she screamed for help knowone heard.When she wanted a friend know one cared.She struggeld for love but know one knew.If some one heard,if somone cared,if some one knew.She wouldn'don't be here lyinig on her bed with razor blade knifes slicing at her skin.

Did you like it.Tell me what I need to work on. Oh I wrote this in my diary and im just a beginner so dont say im suck. tell me what you think Bye