Alone

by Jennifer Dziak   Jul 25, 2006


Slow screams cry out of her lips
A weakness grows, she's losing grip
As it hits the floor, the first drip connects.
Continuesly through her vein on the floor it collects.
The tears pour before they are formed.
Her heart pounds harder, battered and torn.
The glass is thrown up against her wall
A razor is broken, the blade alone is small.
Yet she presses it firmly against her skin
Losing the battle she was never meant to win.
Each day brings new pain to fuel this fire.
Each emotion she feels only adds to desire.
To end the mortal stage she's in that hurts inside.
To end the life that alone has killed her pride.
Her knees give in, she falls on all fours.
Her face splashing in the blood formed onto the floor.
"No regrets," she reminds herself.
"You've wanted this, dont you dare ask for help."
Alone the last tear falls, she can no longer cry.
Alone she lived her cruel life, alone she cruely died.

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  • 17 years ago

    by Spoken Silence

    Dieing alone... the ultimate emptiness