She was the best artist around.
People marveled at her work.
Begged her to keep doing what she did.
Loved her creations.

They didn't see what she used.
They didn't bother to listen.
They never did.
They just egged her on.

Finally, she broke.
Laughing, she showed off all her artwork to the public
For you see, her pencil was a blade and her paper was her flesh.
They told her to keep going, so she did.

Until there was nothing left.

I'm sorry everyone, I've let you down.

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I'm sorry to all of you for making you put up with me.
I'm sorry for letting you all down.
I'm sorry for not being there when you needed someone.
I'm alone now. I'm forgotten. I'm a horrible friend.
I am so sorry to all of you. But I've come to realize that I don't belong. I'm too passionate about everything I do. I'm too caring. I'm too trusting.

I think it's best if you forget about the trash I am.

No I'm not cutting. No I'm not harming myself. But sometimes I'm tempted to. But I don't. But that battle is getting harder to fight with everything that's been thrown at me.

But I just got to put on my mask and pretend everything is perfect. So that's what I'm doing.