Phoebe's journal. #Project Nigeria

Red mix into your skin.

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Roses are red,violets are blue.
She couldn't feel the pain
when she saw the red mix into her skin.
She couldn't feel the pain
when she kept on cutting,
kept on removing more pieces of her flesh.
She couldn't feel the pain
when she plunged the knife instead cos she thought the razor wasn't sharp enough.
Roses are red,violets are blue.
She couldn't feel the pain
when she saw the red mix into her skin.

Was there anything she could do?
To numb this great pain?
To not feel this heavy load of grief in her chest?
To just make breathing easy for her once again?

Was there anything she could do?
To silence the voices in her head?
To finally have that peace she had often heard of?
To finally have her own eternal bliss?

Was there anything she could do?
To be free from this burden?
This heavy burden she couldn't explain?
To finally not feel the pain?

She kept on cutting,
slicing..
She felt that was the only way.
The only escape from this great pain.

Was there anything she could do?
To stop this broken heart from shattering into more empty pieces.
To finally feel whole?
To have a little joy?

There were so many voices in her heard.
So so many....
And all were screaming the same answer to her questions.
"Kill".
She kept on cutting,
slicing,
removing more flesh.

Suddenly, those voices were silent.
She could hear them no more.
But there was this one voice.
One particular shrill voice,
sounding weak but firm,
clear and loud.
So very determined.
" Live on!
Better days will be ahead.
Better seasons will come.
This pain will surely end."

Faith or not to have faith?
Will these better days surely be ahead?

Roses are red,violets are blue.
She couldn't feel the pain until she saw the red mix deep into her skin.

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Phoebe.
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