The Tragedies That Lie Beneath the Surface

By Jasmine Rose

This book Documents the horrors that I have experienced in a dark, reality stricken way yet it’s also somewhat poetic. My writings are the reality of an unwell mind; the truth behind glistening eyes. The reality that many do not want to face; while other shy from speaking their truth. I pride myself to speak my truth and that’s what this book is. This book is my truth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris AU
• Release date: Mar 14, 2022
• ISBN: 9781669886280

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Every seven years, the cells in my body change

completely. New cells have entered, new scars, new

everything; and that means this skin is new. You

have not touched this skin. I find peace in that.

***

There comes a time when the clock stands still, not a

leaf that falls or a bird that chirps . . . not a movement

in time. A silence that can be heard beyond the stars.

A moment when even death questions its existence.

***

"

Travel not only stirs the blood—

it also gives birth to the spirit."

—Alexandra David-Neel

In a world not so different from this, there’s a girl who sits by herself, with slits on her wrists and burns on her hips. Her hands are shaking, palms are sweaty, as she puts the pen to the blank piece of paper and begins to write To my family for what feels like the one hundredth time that night. But she can’t seem to find the right words to start this letter, for this would be the last one she’d ever write.

Still staring at this piece of paper for what seems like an eternity, her mind is racing with feelings and emotions. So confused, she closes her eyes and listens to the little voice inside, the voice that tells her what to write and promises to show her the light, a way for her to escape from all the pain and misery she feels, a chance to be free; but every deal comes with a price, and tonight that price is her life. She picks up the sharp blade that sits beside her bed and slowly drives it into her soft white skin and watches as her warm blood trickles down her arm, hoping in that moment she will be able to gather her thoughts, but that moment doesn’t last long. The