There was an ache in her heart, in her soul. It was the kind of ache you feel when your whole world seems to be crashing down.
Like the ache you felt when your best friend died, or the ache you felt when your mother cried.
It was the ache you felt when missing something not there, it was the ache you felt when life was just not fair.
Maybe it was the ache you felt when you thought didn't fit in, or maybe the ache you felt when you drug that blade across your skin.
It could be the ache you felt when you stayed up for nights sleeping no more then 3 hours, or the ache you felt when you needed superpowers.
It's the ache you feel with the rope around your neck, or the pills in your hand. It's the ache you feel when you kick the chair from where you stand.
It's the last ache you feel as your life goes by, and at the last second
"No, I don't want to die."
But then it's too late, you're already dead. a bullet to the brain, a shot to the head.
Your last second was the last ache you felt, sadly that last second just had to melt.
Whoever finds you will be very surprised, they will never unsee the image that lie before their eyes.
Your lifeless body, making no sound. they cut you down and you fall to the ground.
"She was so happy, so gleeful" they said. But inside they know some part of you wanted you dead.
Unless you go through this like she had, then you'll never know about the ache, or how it got this bad.
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My mind, a weird, yet wonderful place
PoetryI guess this is just gonna be a place where I write whatever I feel like...poems, oc x oc, just whatever... Thanks for even considering reading my writing :)
