As moitionless tears streamed down her

face, she never even noticed. Everyone knew

she suffered for everyone saw her cry. They

saw the marks upon her arms. The blood

smeared down her wrist. They gave her dirty

looks, scornful, demeaning eyes. When those

few asked her ?why?, she simply told them

lies. Some say she wanted attention some

say did it out of fear others say they

didn't care. that day she cut too deep,

she died

She never did it for love and attention.

She cut just to know that she was still

alive.

Linda A McFadden

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