SELF HELP




Everyone knew she was a friendly, nice, beautiful, rare bred and well-behaved girl. Yet, no one knew how much she hated her life. No one could guess how much hurt she had contained. To the world, she had an enviable life; men desired her, people envied her, her praises were sung aloud.
But no one knew how it felt like to be stripped of humanity, to be ridiculed and dragged into the place of helplessness. She couldn’t change anything about her life, she was locked in it: a prison others had made for her.
No one knew the fierce heart that beat within, no one suspected the stored resentment, the gathering fury — guilt and hatred, the aching hunger to break free and escape.

She had no power to change her life but she had the power to freedom from the prison called life, from the terror she was born into. Suicide.

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  1. WisdomwritesMay 13, 2020 at 1:34 PM

    Really nice
    Your no 1 fan

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  2. DozzyMay 13, 2020 at 2:50 PM

    Wonderful piece ..Keep it
    coming....

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  3. AdewuyiMay 13, 2020 at 2:50 PM

    She seems depressed. Someone needs to get her the help she needs.

    Life can be truly frustrating sometimes, though.

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    1. agim_amakaMay 15, 2020 at 3:53 AM

      Well, she is.
      I hope she gets the help she needs.

      Thank you, Ade.🥰😊

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