She sits in a corner with white walls that paralyze her mind every single day. A knife sits beside her. She rarely is not holding it closely to her skin. She takes her hair out of her ponytail and soaks up the blood with her hair. She knows people are thinking of her. She know people are praying for her. She knows people are worried about her... The only things that make her smile any more is the thought of leaving behind everything and dying. Her pale face is aching and her blood is the only color she sees anymore...
"Crying is A Hobby..." she says when people try to help her.

"Crying is a Hobby..."

crying, life, and hobby image

Yes it does...