The voices


As the scarlet lines ran down her arm
And mixed with the tranquil water below
Everything she had felt for the last 17 years mixed together
And created a pool of misery.

That pool soon became a lake
And the voices inside her head swam with glee
And they not only splashed her
But tried to drag her down and drown her.

As she continued to drown the people around her didn't help
She needed a life jacket but all they gave were rocks
Which she then tied to her ankles to try and help her swim
And the voices not only helped but seemed to double the amount of rocks.

Soon enough the scars she was hiding were no longer hidden
And the pain she had was no longer there
Because the cold metal blade she held in her hand
Soon became the warmest kindest thing in her life.

  • Author: blackangel (Offline Offline)
  • Published: December 20th, 2017 10:37
  • Category: Sad
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