She sat on the railing swaying her legs out in front of her over the black water. It was a real shame she was finding herself in that same stop more and more. It was becoming a habit but every time she found herself there she felt her grip loosening. She was sleep deprived and broken. She slowly released one hand from the cold railing to touch her side, her cut ridden side. No, she wasn't abused or beaten, unless you consider her as the abuser. She had placed the delicate cuts on her skin feeling dangerous satisfaction when she watched the blood drip out like the tears she could no longer shed. All of her tears had been wasted into her pillow. She had placed them their merely to satisfy the addiction of pain that she had grown to love. When her fingers did meet the ragged skin she flinched as these cuts were deeper than ever before but not lethal. She wouldn't want anyone to deal with that mess. She didn't want anyone to deal with her at all. She removed her other hand from the rail now relying on balance as she looked over the bruising knuckles from the repetitive punches she put in her wall. Not from rage but from a will to destroy in a feeble attempt to preserve her skin from more scars, though that abusive alternative clearly hadn't filled the void of the actual act of self-harm. She took the hand from her side whipping a stray tear from her cold cheek. She wasn't scared or sad anymore, simply numb and that was the most horrific feeling of all. The feeling of nothing. I suppose this is the climax of this painful dark story. Before I proceed I'd like to ask why you're even reading this tragedy? We all know what the following content will be so why continue? Are you hoping some do-gooder will stop her at the last minute? I'm afraid not. This defeated girl will plummet from the rusty railing that she has sat upon for weeks it's just a matter of when. You see she knows it will come, she was born to die... born to take her own life. The most important question- why would anyone be placed on this earth merely to take their own life?
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Meaningless:: a collection
PoetryI've made this for you for when you're lost and alone when you're sinking like a stone use these words, these pieces of broken soul, to heal your own. - this is strictly for awareness, I do not encourage anyone to do the following and if you stru...
