I'm Just tired

A Unsaid Goodbye

Tears stream down her cheeks as she stood in pouring rain that night. 

In the middle of the hidden meadow, underneath the midnight sky, she weeped.

Things she wished she could say to people who've done wrong to her.

The pain won't let her though.

"It won't make a difference. They don't care about you anymore. They never did. You were just a sin born into a human girl.." it hisses.

And the words that she believes cause her battle scars on her body.

Battle scars from the battle with the razor.

The razor that separates her from life and death.

Her eyes so dim and hollow.

Full of pain.

Heartache.

Taking a shakey breath in, she strides towards the large flat rock where the moon shown.

Taking a seat, she pulls out a loaded gun and razor. 

Bloodlust fills her eyes of pain as she licks her lips.

Her time has come.

She can't take it anymore.

The pain of life is too much to bear now.

They won't find her body soon.

She knows by the note she left in her room.

Using the blade, she carved into the flesh of her arm, letting the blood flow freely.

When dizzinessfinally set in, she put the bottle to her temple and closed her eyes shut.

Her finger tested the trigger, squeezing it slightly.

And with a last breath, the sound of the gun going off rang in the air. 

Another life lost to the cruel world we live in.

And on her still bleeding arm, carved forever in the pale skin rested a small poem.

 

He exists.

He can't remember his name.

He wrote it on his arm.

Carved it in with a knife.

So he can always check and see.

Every red stripe he makes helps him remember.

Who he is.

How old he is.

Where he comes from.

What he's doing here.

He can't remember.

Because he remembers everything else.

Because he remembers what everyone ELSE remembers.

And nothing more.

 ~Author Unknown