There is so much Pressure on my shoulders now.
I don't know who to trust, I don't know why I'm so sad, I don't know who I love.
She is pregnant, only 8th grade. She loves someone too old. She loves me.
I struggle with myself, try to be perfect. Give a happy mask to people who are sad, but I forget about myslef and my mistreated soul.
Do I still love him? Do I want to love her? Do I want to be with him?
The boulder on my shoulders got heavier and heavier, untill every movement was a struggle. But, one day, I did it again. This time, not for the looks, or in anger.
I did it this time for the feeling, the release, the blood. This time, I had enjoyed it, the boulder was gone, And I could breath again.
No pain, but warmth in a blade.
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