A small forgotten girl
Alone in a big world
No help
No comfort
Just pain
Covering her life
No way out
It’s the only thing she looks forward to
To see the pain evident on her skin
So it can be released from her mind
For just a moment
Shes ok
Shes happy
But then
Moments, seconds later
The pain covers her again
And she is left
Yet again
To make more marks on her white perfect skin
But when shes not at home
When shes not alone
All she can do
Is force out a smile
And pretend shes fine
No one could suspect
That in her own mind
The thoughts racing
Are ones of suicide
Of a happy final sudden ending
That’s what she prays for every night
Yet each morning she wakes up the same
And endures the pain
Over and over
The cycle continues to go
Until one action
Can break it
Until shes left on the bathroom floor
Blood seeping out her wounds
Her body hanging from the ceiling
Her neck broken
Her body slumped in the corner
While a gaping hole in her head shows the wall behind her
Its all she wants
And one day
One day soon
It’ll be what she gets.
3 comments
sad and nice at the same time
Pray to God to kill you, I do this every night, and I hate myself for it. Faking happiness – same thing. It feels like no one actually knows you if they don’t notice how you are suffering, and it makes you feel more alone.
If you ever find a way out of your misery, tell me, because I should probably do the same 🙂
What is keeping you from actually doing it? Focus on that, it helps.
Thank you <3