Dieing slowly, here is the story

She can't figure out, what her lifes all about. she doesnt know who she really is. only that depression comes to supervise. she cuts her wrists although still remails alone with her broken heart. there was no way to help her. she had to seek happiness. but she still seemed to fake herself out. shes not truly happy, her laughs not her own. she cant find the place that she used to call home. things changed and she felt even more lost and alone. she looked in the mirror, saw that her makeup was smeared, tehn asked herself why she was still here. she confided in a silver blade, all because her true love was able to fade. she cut too deep, her blood ran quickly, she layed there dying, torn and helpless, silently