The tears stung her cheeks,
As they slowly slid down.
She dreamt about a noose around her neck,
And the serenity it would bring her soul.
This world is too harsh for girls like her.
Maybe then she could be just like her momma. She did always say she wanted to grow up to be just like her.
"They taste like salt" she thought for a moment.
Covered in bruises she had no recollection of getting, a cut on her thumb that she pushed because it hurt, and unable to catch her breath.
She dreamt of death often, alongside other timelines and lifetimes.
If only somebody could tell her the best way to re-set her life, she would consider staying.
She didn't do drugs, she barely drank... these were her sober thoughts. -
Does that make them scarier for the average person?
Who fucking knows.
And who fucking cares.
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