Death is like a dream...

Silence

You drag the blade across your beaten arms, hands shaking
You hold back the tears and you engrave jagged lines that mean nothing but what they've called you, worthless, fag, ugly.
Each engraved line means something. One for hate, another for envy.

Envious of the other girls. The pretty ones. The popular ones. The ones that don't pretend. Tears falling flat against you're tear-strained skin. Falling and fighting against each other until one falls off of your chin and into your blood-strained hands and carpet.

You wait. Wait for hope. Wait for someone to come; but no one does. "Maybe one day they'll see my pain". Your arm is numb. The drugs are kicking in, one more can't hurt. But it wasn't just one, nor two it was a handful now; down and swallowed.

You hear nothing but the cars and your own heartbeat slowing down. Nothing can stop you now, or help. Tears have stopped but the blood still pours. Your body is numb and your eyes start to fall until they close. Blackness. Darkness.
Silence.

A/N
I have a bunch of these sorts of poems. If you want to let me know what to write about. Give inspiration I'm happy to listen ❤