The darkness sets in, and the young girl cries softly. Covering her mouth so no one could hear. She is broken, too broken to be fixed this time. Her family has used her and abused her for years, and now the love of her life has too.

The girl who loves wholeheartedly and gives herself in every way possible is dying slowly, and no one in her life can take a second to truly check on her.
Not the bull **** message of "are you okay?" Because she will always say I am fine. She is dying and does not know what to do with the feelings of self-hate and loneliness eating away at her. The darkness sets in, and she steps back into the shadows, the place that is safe.

The only thing you see is the shiny blade running across her skin. The blood is pouring down. Not once does she stop; she goes until she can only feel the physical pain. She is dying, and no one can see her. The darkness falls, and she sits crying until the silence fills the air.