Leading me into your arms
My hand gripped against her hand as our fingers intertwined.
The most challenging and best thing in my world.
But it's the cliff I hang off of, you stepped on my right hand and crushed my fingers.
My hand broke free, and I cried.
Your hands reached out to mine,
acting as if you were going to save me from the deathly fall,
only to slam your foot down hard on my last hand that holds my life.
There was no we, no it, no us.
Simply two souls left on this empty rock.
Surviving in this all around cruel world.
You had a role in this all around cruel world,
finding myself gripping hold even tighter as my hands sweat against the corner of the cliff.
My hand slipped away, and I let go of the cliff.
I fell, gravity feeling sorry for my own soon to be lifeless body.
I only prayed that my body will soon become a flower
for the earth to make use of me
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Elegiac
Non-FictionThese are all the things I had written while being in a hospital for a while. You don't have to like them, I'm just putting them out there for you guys to see. It was at an eating disorder clinic that basically treated me like complete shit. It's a...
