autumnwolf101

I feel alone. Seperate from others. Suffering from a broken heart. I cry. I have friends. They care for me. But their too busy with their lives. Am I selfish? I stand in the highwall not caring. I watch my life pass by in blurrs. Turning my head just looking around. I bleed. My heart bleeds. I feel so alone. I watch people hug and kiss. I want. I try to get noticed. I scream at the top of my lungs. No one notices. I fall. I curl up in fetal position in the middle of the floor. I tug my hair gently to see if I'm still alive. I claw at my skin to bleed more. I disappear. My life keeps on going. But I dont. I walk like

Criss-cross, Cut and Slash Blood drips falling, Splash, Splash Wounds heal but scars remain Errors of Past is their Domain Jigged and Jagged some Wounds don't Heal It takes nightmares and makes them Real These scars will never disappear People that shed too many Tears Ricketty, Ricketty your mind goes numb Stupidity is always dumb Never fun at other's Expense Never fun when there is Pain you can't Sense Slash and Jagged all Ricketty when will it end Nothing is good if you're Dead in the End.

She has nothing left to live for, So she confides in her knife. With only one swift move of the blade, She can take her own life. She cries alone in her room at night, Hoping that someone will hear. Yet she gets asked everyday, "Who would love a suicidal girl, my dear?" She's given up,and lost her light. The poor girl may never regain her will to fight. She sits in the dark, as she cries her last goodbyes Thinking of all of the peaceful ways that everyone else will die. As tears, and blood, stain her arms she drops the blade. The door swings open, and a figure rushes to her aid. The figure looks at the wounds, they can't be cured with a band