The Broken Girl

screaming, arguing, hurtful words, slamming doors, bodies thrown around rooms like dolls, and cries for help. She is forever scarred by the catastrophy of her young childhood. She tries to forget, but how can she? she fought for her families respect and through herself into the ongoing war to protect the victims she loved so dearly. but instead of them thanking her and acknowledging her care and love for them they shut her down and burden her with blame. After taking on their pain and suffering for them you would think she would get a little appreciation, but no. she felt as if she was being bruised and beaten for a worthless cause but even though she knew no appreciation would come toher at the end of the day she still loved them so dearly that none of that mattered. \
As time went on i guess you could say things calmed down a bit. But then something happened as her teen years quickly approached. An Attitude she had never known before had become her identity, as though a weed of anger and sadness grew without cease within her. She would find herself getting angry with those people she once held so dearly much easier than normal. Why couldnt she let go of her past? i dont think she knew. So in return they would become angry with her and the war would start all over again, only this time she was the victim, its like everything she ever wanted to say in the past came out like a waterfall of regret and sorrow. this angered them because they were oblivious to themselves and their actions. She could not understand why when she needed saving no one was there to help her. instead they would all stand around and watch. She knew that something bitter was growing in her and she wanted help but nobody would give it to her.
So years went on and her heart grew weak and cold, but nobody cared. in everyone elses eyes she was merely a psycho patient with no hope, she knew otherwise. but with every hurtful word and rude gesture she began to question her sanity, but she found it in herself to overlook that thought. she was hurt and sometimes it came out as anger. Although she knew her sanity, she however did not know her purpose...would she be better off dead. why should she have to live with this unbearable hurt and feeling of rejection. She attempted suicide but however sorrowfully did not succeed. So she sticks to the cutting and as pathetic as it seems it gave her release and some other kind of pain to focus on instead of the one she faced every day of her life. With every slit of her stomach her slices became more and more painful with the thoughts of her burdens that were laid upon on her. she wants to stop.....
She wants the pain of her life to find its breaking point before she finds hers.