Marlena2

As I lay here on the ground, staring at my ceiling, I feel happy. My tears aren't of sadness but happiness, although my heart begins to ache as I think back two years ago. I remember her, the girl who helped me, the girl who made me, me. They looked at her as if she was a monster. As if she was stupid, as if the cuts would only cause her pain, but she knew that they helped, a release, the only release. It hurt the first time, but after a while she got used to it, after a while she didn't care. She tried to hide them with make-up, long sleeved shirts, anything, but people still noticed. Before it all, before she lost herself, she heard them w