Lost. Broken.
She begins to wonder
Why she gets out of
bed.
Whats my point?
Does anyone care?
How can everyone
so easily walk away?
The answers she'll never
Find. She barries her
Feelings in physical touch
Its the only way they see her.
She wonders why people
Walk in and walk out on her.
She wonders if they care if
They ever did at all.
Shes blank. In this moment
Shes absent she hears your
Words but cant comprehend
Them. She doesn't exsist.
She picks up the blade
With shaking hands.
She stands as she rips
Her skin.
She falls to her knees
Tears stream down her
Cheeks, hitting her wrist
The blood mixes with her
Pain. She begs you, please
Don't go! Don't leave me. Every
Moment with you
Flashes through her mind,
As she turns watching you
Walk away, "Please" she says
Her vouce shaking, "Please
Dont leave"
She tries to scream her voice
Cracking as you shut her inside
Not only the room but her own
mind, inside herself.
"Please, please, I'm begging
You" are the only words
That escape her lips as she shakes.
You leave her, crying,
Bleeding on the floor,
She can't breathe, one
More swipe....
No more tears Her visions
Blurry and red. No time to
Turn back now, She's cold
She releases one more breath,
Shes.... Shes gone...
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The Power to Change What Insane People Believe
PoetryThis is a bunch of my poetry compiled together, the name may change as my "stories" continue. Ive built all of thes off events, pain, and other things I can not control