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)
- Published: February 14th, 2018 18:18
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 39
Comments1
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.
Thank you.
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