Lost

Cynthia

Lost

Afraid

Broken

All the things I am

Terrified of being forgotten

Terrified of being beat

I feel so lost

I want to be found

I want to be saved

But I fear no one is searching

Searching for this girl

Hidden from sight

Hidden from the cruel world

But it helps none

I cower in the corner

Afraid I'll mess up

Scared I'll be in the way

Scared to live anymore

Bringing the blade to my wrist

It glides across my skin

The crimson blood rolling down my arm

The pain making me smile

Relief spreads throughout me

The worries fade

The feelings go away

Chuckling lowly at my pain

My demons surface  

I move away from the mirror but they follow 

Smiling wickedly at me

They speak to me in a sweet but evil voice

"Come my child

No one wishes you to stay here,

Come be with us

Where we will be happy"  

I think for a minute

A minute leads to three

I think and think but make my decision

I'm with them now and no one misses me.

 

  • Author: Cynthia Whittaker (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: February 14th, 2018 18:18
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 39
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Comments1

  • Lorna

    Don't listen to those voices darling..... everything will get better because you have yourself and you can do it! Love yourself..... better things will come.

    • Cynthia

      Thank you.



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