HER PERSPECTIVE: She stood in the middle of the field, while everyone else was playing. They asked: “What are you doing?” She said: “Oh nothing, it’s fine, I’m fine.” and then she walked away. A tear slid down her cheek. They asked: “What’s that?” She said: “Oh nothing, it’s fine, I’m fine.” and then she walked away. She had dark circles under her eyes. They asked: “What did you do last night?” She said: “Oh nothing, it’s fine, I’m fine.” and then she walked away. Her lies, though white, were still not true, but she couldn’t tell them the reality: That in the field, she was looking at the cuts on her arms, that no-one knew where they came from but her. That the tear, was unnoticed, because pain and sadness were the norm. That the dark circles were from staying up late, hating herself so much she couldn’t sleep. Thinking about all the things she’d done. Wanting to just die. It was all a lie. THEIR PERSPECTIVE: The girl was standing in the middle of a field, her red hair blocking her face. Maybe she needed somebody to play with! They could be her friend. Why did she walk away? Later, she had something on her face. Curious, they asked what it was. She walked away again! Maybe she didn’t like them. She looked tired. As a last effort, they tried to make conversation. She just left. There was obviously just something wrong with her. It’s not their problem!
ignore it. i dont even know why I do these things but...i have nothing to do other than hate myself so...
