The Ghosts of my past.

October 24th, 2008-Her.

She looks at the blade;

And sees his face.

His mere warning.

She begins to pace.

His long lost smile,

Turned into a frown.

she sighs, “why should it matter?

He’s no longer around!”

But every single time,

She looks at the noose,

She feels the tears dripping,

And turns herself loose.

“I want to escape!”

She cries into the night;

She feels all the pain.

“No, nothing is right.”

She begins to break down.

And lets it all out.

She’s drowning in tears.

And filled with doubt.

She knows she’s being childish;

As she wipes her eyes;

But nothing can stop.

Those tears that she cries.

She wishes she could see him,

And embrace him in her hugs;

Ask him, “do you love me?”

And see his playful shrugs.

She again stares at the knife,

And presses it into her skin.

And then her horrid miracle,

Only starts to begin.

The blade cuts deeper;

And deeper still.

Until her hand is nearly gone;

And she succeeding in her will.

She wants the pain to ease;

She cries out, “Why won’t it cease?”

She sits down in the pool of blood,

“God, Just help me! Please!”

Silently, the pain starts to numb.

And she drifts into a sleep.

Her tears are soft; her blood is gone.

Gratefully, she starts to weep.

His hands embrace her,

She shakes her head, “Could it be..?”

But swiftly he carries her up;

The stairway, out of her misery.