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The blood drips down her leg
Wondering what she did to deserve this
The life flows from the wounds she created.
The blade and blood is her true form of accepting.
Caring. Loving. Trusting,
All having sick and twisted definitions in her head.
Everyone hates her so why should she try?
Questions continuously swallowing the silence
The love she feels is false and empty
She has become bitter and broken but goes unnoticed.
The hard shell she has is not to keep you out,
Rather to keep her pieces contained
She once loved with her whole existence..
Worthless she feels.
The blood drips to the floor
The lights get blurry
Maybe this way she will feel important
Loved, missed, cared for.
When she is gone the love will pour in
Even as the blood pours out
But as she floats somewhere between
Her hallow shell filled with broken pieces
Hidden from the world until the day it’s released
She cries and say her last good byes.
The final good byes will be just that.
The blood runs slower down her leg
The lights get darker
She whispers “I will be loved now”
Darkness consumes the once pretty girl in an ugly scene
Lost to the selfishness of others
A beautiful soul, released of the pain she was burdened with.
Free to float and now be loved.
4 comments
NO! bubbles1128, IT DOESN’T GET BETTER! Not thinking like that! stop hurting yourself and feeling sooooo! sad, turn it around only you can do that! everyone feels this way from time to time, don’t keep thinking like that, ok you said how you feel now work on changing it around, only you can do that.
I don’t even know how to respond to that. You wrote something that just makes sense. I actually couldn’t even hold in the tears while reading this. I could just picture everything. Everything you said is true. No one cares about you unless you’re dead. That is when everyone decides to be fake and say how much they will miss you and how much they loved you but while you were alive they didn’t give two shits about you.
I’m glad it moved you. I was in a very crappy mental state so I choose to write about things I’d like to happen in place of physically doing them because I can make a character do anything and die and live again as much as I want ..
Wow, that’s admirable how you can transfer your feelings to a fictional charakter to handle them!
What you wrote is really impressive. Even tough I wish you wouldn’t have to feel that way.
I can understand how you feel because I felt that way too some time ago.
But trust me there’s always someone to care about you even while you’re still alive. You might not see them because you’re so focused on being depressed that you don’t even notice how much others love you. But people are like stars, altough you don’t always see them there are still there shining for you. It’s not easy I know but try open your eyes to see all the lights shining for you.
And if you need someone to talk to, someone who listens to you I also could be there ok. Cheer up and try to smile.
There’s always someone out there who cares for you.
Love, Alina