Dying inside

You can’t seem to understand that your precious, cameron, cries herself to sleep every night, only to wake and with a force smile and the feeling of bile in her throat; terrified of what was going to happen that day. She brings a blade to her skin more than once a day, needing to feeling something other than the numbing pain that it is so, so, so suffocating.

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