Hearing the whispers of a forgotten world,
The rambling of lost memories,
Creatures coming to play,
Nightmares becoming real.
Holding on to false words,
Looking longingly into the distance,
Tears trailing down your pale cheeks,
Blue eyes fill with dread.
Atoning for past hurt,
Walking down the narrow path,
No one wants to be alone,
Sitting under the weeping willow.
Holding your face,
Feeling all hope is lost,
No one exists in this long forgotten world,
War ended life as we knew it.
Waiting for the day,
When a storm would come sweeping in,
Taking my breath away,
Like so many years ago.
Biting my lip,
Cursing at the wind,
Hitting myself,
Trying to wake up.
No one left,
Just me,
Myself and I,
Left alone.
Wanting to run,
To find the things I lost,
Pictures if the past,
Coated in blood.
Having no will to fight,
Having given up,
I sit under the weeping willow,
Weeping.
Humanity died out,
All that's left is this useless girl,
With no will to continue,
The sick twisted game,
Called life.
Why can't I die?
No one needs me,
This world is long gone,
Yet I am still here.
My eyes go blank,
My mind is set.
The trees sway with the breeze,
The grass moist with tears.
Eyes widening,
Tears stopping,
Pale hands move,
Gripping the branches to stand.
My Legs shaking,
My body dying,
Walking back down the trail,
Never to walk back down again.
Sliding open the door to my past,
Seeing the memories of when life existed,
Drowning in the loss of my family,
I cover my face with my hands,
Slowing falling into madness.
Blank eyes stare at the kitchen with intent,
Legs moving on impulse,
Breathing shallowed,
Placing my tender fingers over the smooth handle.
The drawer filled with silverware gleaming in the dark,
Filling my mind with what to do,
Removing the sharpest knife,
Bitting my lip in anticipation.
Removing the white dress I had been wearing,
Not wanting to stain the satin with tainted blood,
Gently closing my eyes,
About to leave this world.
The knife suspended above my chest,
Held up solely by my will,
All the strength in my body slipping,
Pointing to life at my broken heart.
The whispers have stopped,
Time no longer ticking away at my short life,
Memories and love no longer mattered,
Tilting my head up I look at the sky.
Yes the sky,
I am no longer in my house,
I am flying into oblivion,
The downfall I deserve.
Thrusting the knife deep within my chest with one swift blow,
My vision blurry,
My pain is turned to happiness,
My family is almost in sight.
I am leaving this long forgotten world.
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Pain and death.
PoetryTime fading, Life destroyed, Living life, Is no longer worth it.
