MadManWithaBox
December 20th, 2010, 07:32 PM
This is her last cry.
This was the last time she would kiss herself goodnight.
This was the end of all she knew.
This was the beginning of something new.
She only knew pain, and anger.
She knew the redness of her own blood.
Disappointment and hurt were well known to her.
Rejection and fear haunted her every waking moment.
But now the razor would release her.
The tiny piece of metal
The blade would release her from the discomfort and hurt
of the physical realm.
Each drop of her blood.
She thought, helped her redeem her own soul.
Betrayed so many times.
By false smiles.
Cheap words.
By her own weaknesses.
She was sorry.
She apologized, to who?, she didn't know.
She needed someone to understand.
Before it began.
She lifted the blade. She made the cut. The blood began to trickle.
The journey had begun.
This was the last time she would kiss herself goodnight.
This was the end of all she knew.
This was the beginning of something new.
She only knew pain, and anger.
She knew the redness of her own blood.
Disappointment and hurt were well known to her.
Rejection and fear haunted her every waking moment.
But now the razor would release her.
The tiny piece of metal
The blade would release her from the discomfort and hurt
of the physical realm.
Each drop of her blood.
She thought, helped her redeem her own soul.
Betrayed so many times.
By false smiles.
Cheap words.
By her own weaknesses.
She was sorry.
She apologized, to who?, she didn't know.
She needed someone to understand.
Before it began.
She lifted the blade. She made the cut. The blood began to trickle.
The journey had begun.