Red
All I saw was red
Tried to stop itIt started to stain
Running down my arm like a river
Footsteps pouring towards me
Screams heard from miles away but still silent
Time slowed downThe delicious red bloodstream
Puddle on the ground
Stained steelBlack
Lights surrounds and sounds too
Bright, Blinding lights
Movements
Dull painDread
Sorrow
Depression
FearWorried familiar faces
Time and time again
Well know placesDay to Day
Week to Week
Month to MonthThis is the moment when you finally feel the pain. The pain of not just scars but the pain of the people around you. The pain of your scars, the pain of the world.
Then you see faces full of pity, which only makes you feel worse. Wishing you were gone. Wishing your plan succeeded. Just wishing.
Then finally you feel somewhat curious . Why didn't it work? Why did they save me? Would they really miss me? Who will help me? Who's true?
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PoetryExactly what the title says. *trigger warning ⚠️ *some lowercase some uppercase