It Doesn't Matter

I found an old writing?

I had this dream...

It was.. I don't know

It was comforting?

It was dark and warm.

In the background, I heard sobs.

Faint screams would ring now and again.

My sight traveled into a small room.

In that room, there was a tall mirror.

The sobs were louder.

A rather young girl was sitting in front of the mirror.

Her head bowed and wrists bleeding.

She looked up into the mirror.

I recognized that girl from somewhere...

She-she's me?

The girl laid down on her side,

curled up and giggled?

My sight then went closer to her.

She looked cold and tired.

Peaceful even.

Her wrists were still bleeding out.

The blood stained her blonde locks a crimson red.

She barely seemed to be breathing.

A shadow in the shape of a man came and lifted her.

He placed his dark figured hands on her gushing wounds.

They turned into soft scars.

Only a memory.

He dried her tears,

combed her hair.

She was beautiful.

Although, she seemed sad.

Possibly even confused.

The girl in his arms.

She slowly turned her head to look at him.

There was nothing...

She began sobbing again.

I wanted to comfort her.

I just.. couldn't.

More cuts began to appear on her scarred wrists.

As the leaked their red tears, she cried.

She almost seemed not to notice.

I couldn't look anymore.

I wanted to go away.

I wanted to scream.

I couldn't even look away...

Everything was cold...

I didn't see the girl anymore.

I felt something warm dripping down my forearm.

I looked down.

There were cuts on my wrists.

I was the girl...

Everything was quiet and dark.

I just cried softly...

All alone...

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