It's 3 am and my thoughts are of course wandering to you. I've spent the past 3 hours balling my dull, grey eyes out. I wonder if you care about the pain you've caused me? You can't tell a lonely, innocent girl like me that you love her for 9 months and then send her a dumb ass text saying
"I can't do this anymore. We fight too much. I'm done. It's over...we're over."
With black mascara as dark as my soul running down my pale face, I sent back message after message begging you...telling you that we could work things out. And what did you do? You sent back...
"Brooke, stop. We're over. Don't message me again."
It was 9 o'clock when you had delivered this news...since then I've been sobbing. Hands intwined in my hair, I screamed cursing the world. My mind is shouting terrible things...
"Why am I such a fuck up?"
I go to the one thing I find true comfort in...I pull out my dresser drawer and spot the shiny blade staring back at me. I breathe out a breath of relief. I grab the blade with a shaky hand and press it to my arm. The coldness leaves me in anticipation. I apply pressure quickly. A sharp burning sensation rushes through me, but only for an instant. My warm, bright blood begins seeping out of the gash I just self inflicted. I feel a calmness overtake my body...but soon I can feel nothing at all. It's as if I'm a lost soul floating through the atmosphere. I have reached my destination. The blackness begins to take over my body, pulling me underneath with it.
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Lost Soul
Cerita Pendek"He used me again and again and again. Tearing a part of me away each time, yet I always came back because I thought he made me whole. But when he left me crying on the bathroom floor, he walked away with everything I was...leaving me nothing but a...
