The blood soaked sweater sleeves screamed "help" as the darkness of the night covered my thoughts and mind slowly seeping into my consciousness.
1,2,3 I took a deep breath as the blade sinked deeper into my skin forming an external manifestation of the internal pain I felt inside.
It became harder to breathe as my consciousness slowly drifted away leaving the bathroom tiles covered in red reminding me of roses as I took my final breath.
The world became silent just for a moment. A few scribbled notes and a lifeless corps were the only things standing.
An awful death lacking depth, and daddy's little girl who never seemed to learn just why she was this way.
No matter what the author of my life continues to type. You see Death is a fact of life.
And the wheel keeps spinning on and on not allowing me to say I was wrong!
We move on
1,2,3 I took a deep breath as the blade sinked deeper into my skin forming an external manifestation of the internal pain I felt inside.
It became harder to breathe as my consciousness slowly drifted away leaving the bathroom tiles covered in red reminding me of roses as I took my final breath.
The world became silent just for a moment. A few scribbled notes and a lifeless corps were the only things standing.
An awful death lacking depth, and daddy's little girl who never seemed to learn just why she was this way.
No matter what the author of my life continues to type. You see Death is a fact of life.
And the wheel keeps spinning on and on not allowing me to say I was wrong!
We move on
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