TheGamingFerret

She stares out into the world with empty eyes. The scars on her wrists will never heal, nor will her heart. Her past haunts her in ways most people don't want to imagine. The pain lingers still, long after the blade was dropped. She'll never really recover, never truly find release. There will always be a piece of her left behind, A piece of her trapped, strangled by her own thoughts, Her overwhelming emotions, or does she feel nothing at all? She doesn't really remember. She feels empty now. But did she used to? She doesn't think so. She remembers pain. Suffering. Loneliness yet being smothered all at once. Tears prick the corners of her e