Her Last Words

Alive,

The rain is pounding on your window

The night is eating away at your misery

It's 3 am.

Clawing at your face.

No one hears the screaming of your Internal Cry,

Or the beating of your sorrow.

And thus,

You found relief,

In a Blade.

Dragging slowly across your wrist.

It's Thrilling. You must admit.

The feeling of being Alive again.

You see,

The Loneliness beat you down, burnt you up,

Your Flaws,

Your Faults,

Darkened your damned soul for eternity.

It made you die inside.

Those who you once new,

Who you once loved,

They call out the name your father gave you.

Oblivious, to who you've become.

Oblivious, to what you've become

They don't realize,

You were marked from the start,

Marked with pain,

From that which you cannot control.

Marked with anguish,

Of those who have left,

And yet,

They sit and stare, calling out your name

Hopeless.

For they have lost the child they once knew

Forever.

And thus,

You found relief,

In a Blade.

Dragging slowly across your wrist.

It's Thrilling. You must admit.

The feeling of being Alive again.

Her last Words:

And thus, I found relief in a blade.