I stood in the shadows of the woods as Brie approached the edge of the precipice. She had a horrible life and I knew it. Sometimes I tell myself that I should have stopped her; that I shouldn’t have let her jump. How could I stop her? She wanted to die.
Tag: horrible life
I Am
I am a depressed girl who loves poetry I wonder what it’s like to be an angel I hear my spirit knocking on Death’s door I see the Lord and Lady