Little Things I Write

Not that it matters, but I told you my fears and you walked away, taking the last bit of my heart with you, now I'm nothing, but broken, shattered glass. Would you ever consider picking up the pieces and put me back together again? Or would you just sweep me up and throw me away, like the trash I already know I am?

You keep saying you're sorry, but do you honestly mean it?

Do you actually care, like you say you do?

You said you'd listen, yet after so many messages, and all with time for you to answer, I still don't have a response.

What's wrong with me? She asked no one in particular. No one would hear her anyway. They all just turn up their noses and ignore her. No wonder why she cries herself to sleep every night, hours upon hours upon hours, she stays up crying. Her tears blur her vision as she drags the blade across her beautiful, pale skin. No one notices as she wears her sleeves short, and the scars as plain as day, dripping with her dark, red blood keeps flowing from her delicate wrists. She asks to go to the bathroom where she keeps more blades, sharp, clean, and ready for the next cut. She's in there alone. Always alone. She drags the blade across her skin again and again, each cut even deeper than the last. This is it. She cries a little bit harder as she goes too deep. She falls to the floor. Her breathing falters. Her crying slows, then eventually stops. Her parents aren't worried. They aren't aware of what's going on. They never were. Her vision gets blurry, and then goes black. She won't open those beautiful eyes of hers ever again.

As she takes another step towards the edge, she looks over with tear-filled eyes and says, "For everyone I love who will never love me back. For everyone who thinks I'm worthless, and a burden. For everyone, I shall take one more step toward death. For myself, I shall cry for." A single tear strolls down her precious cheek and down into the deep water. The waves crash loudly, so no one would hear her cry. So no one would find her here. She sits sown and looks over again, as another tear falls into the water. A few minutes later, once she finished crying and saying her goodbyes to absolutely no one, she takes one more step and jumps into the waves and rocks at the bottom of the cliff. As she was jumping she thought, "Goodbye life, and hello Death."