Would you?

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I stand in the lurking shadows

blending in.

Wondering if you were to

notice if I were to just

simply fade away?

I try to reach,

even when it is not in my way,

and you recieve.

And yet you do not

reach out in return.

Why?

After everything we've

seen and done,

still,

you turn away.

Why?

Does that mean nothing to you? 

Am I nothing to you?

If only you knew how

deeply that peirces my heart..

How unwanted and alone that

makes me feel feel.

How ugly and rejected the feeling

deep within,

inside me.

I try and try,

but you pull away.

Why?

What is wrong with me?

What have I done?

Oh,

my dear friends,

do you know what it is like?

How it feels?

To be ignored and uncared about

by the only people in the world

you have ever reached out to?

Well do you?

To have steady ground that crumbles

beneath your unknowing feet?

I do.

I do, everytime I reach out and you ignore.

Everytime

I have wanted to end it all.

To slice and slice,

and watch in helplessness

as the fellings,

all of them,

drain out.

And on to the surface of me for

all to see.

If only you knew,

how much it is

needed.

Your friendship and caring is?

How it could have helped out so

much.

Must I spell it out?

Or

are the marks on my skin

not enough to make you stop and think?

Does anything

need to be said?

Will you miss me?

If I am gone?

If I just fade away?

Will you realize that you could

have stopped it all?

Love, caring and happyness,

are all binded as one.

Take one and the

others are left to dwell in another place as

well.

Once,

if ever you have realized what

 you have done.

It will be too late.

For I will have long come and gone.

Taken by deaths open arms,

for it is the only one that

cares.

Taken from lifes

last  misery.

As my world, my sight, and

my eyes grow

darker and fainter.

At long last,

taken by my own

bloody hand,

by the blade against my skin.

Searing and tearing

my veins wide open.

Will you miss me at all?

Will you care at all?

Love,

it is the most beautiful

yet the most painful thing imaginable.

At least in my life.

Especially, when it is not there.

You could have helped out with that.

But you didn't.

Even when the signs were

all there.

You didn't care.

So goodbye.

You're too late.

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