She marked the spots on her arms
tonight was her last time for self harm...
Alone and no one gives a damn
I sit slowly fading...
~*The Running Rive*r~
There is a river in my sink...
Xx The girl xx
Never have I felt so scared all feelings unaware...
As i embark upon the feat
Of creating my one hundreth poem...
As my arm gets numb
As my hand feels week...
This body of mine is getting weak
And i see death coming to seek...
People teach you all your life
That death isn’t the end...
Breathing in the fire,
Inhaling thick murky tar...
I've finally dropped the excuse,
That i couldn't carry on...
Quietly she sits.
Gazing eyes resting...
In a world of broken hearts
A place of darkened souls...