I lie and wait
for my soul to awake
from it's cold silent, slumber
as my body shivers and quakes.
I'm no stranger to emptiness
I've been hollow before.
But this time is different.
I feel it in my core.
I try to reach for the blade
the one that took the pain away
but it seems I am now motionless
and hardly able to keep the tears at bay.
I am not sick
and I am not demented.
I simply crave the sting of the blade as it glides across my skin unprotected.
My heart slows it's beating.
My bloods run cold.
My veins are dried up.
My eyes lose their glow.
The door falls to the ground.
My father rushes by my side.
His eyes filled with tears
as he quietly sobs to me "Why?"
He drags me from the tub
wrapping towels around my arms.
He begins to rock me back and forth
begging me to hold on.
My eyes begin to close
as my heart becomes halted.
My father screams at me "No!"
but my soul has already departed.
