MysticalBurrito
September 2nd, 2009, 02:14 PM
7 am wake up, sunshine pouring through the window
Blinding light, go to get ready, hear the fighting behind their bedroom door.
Tears misting the top of her eyes.
Run upstairs hug a pillow and cry,
Wipe the eyes dry,
Look for the relief she wanted,
Open her drawer door,
Her relief lies in a cup,
Sharp and bitter.
Watch the tears run down her arm,
Why does it hurt so much but feel so good she wonders as the stinging starts,
Dig deeper with the blade,
No more pain…
Just stop the pain.
End it now because weakness is showed,
Before the tears start to flow,
Bold red glow,
Lines appearing,
Pain not registering,
Faster, longer, not slowing.
Faint feeling, blackness closing in.
Push it away, clearing her head, push the razor away,
Wash the blood away just another feeling of regret pang in her stomach.
How is this going to end….?
Will the cycle end when it’s too late?
Blinding light, go to get ready, hear the fighting behind their bedroom door.
Tears misting the top of her eyes.
Run upstairs hug a pillow and cry,
Wipe the eyes dry,
Look for the relief she wanted,
Open her drawer door,
Her relief lies in a cup,
Sharp and bitter.
Watch the tears run down her arm,
Why does it hurt so much but feel so good she wonders as the stinging starts,
Dig deeper with the blade,
No more pain…
Just stop the pain.
End it now because weakness is showed,
Before the tears start to flow,
Bold red glow,
Lines appearing,
Pain not registering,
Faster, longer, not slowing.
Faint feeling, blackness closing in.
Push it away, clearing her head, push the razor away,
Wash the blood away just another feeling of regret pang in her stomach.
How is this going to end….?
Will the cycle end when it’s too late?