This is not really a poem, or a short story but a combination of both together. |
When you feel like you have hit rock bottom, you think nothing could get worse, but it can and does sometimes, it takes so much to get through, I felt as if I was alone all the time, people around me everywhere but I'm in a different state, I thought to much, never listened to what was really being said, and kept to myself, I cried during the day and during the night, I tried to find a solution, and never found one, aggravated with people and life in general, I forgot eveything thinking it would help, but it didn't, it didnt at all, it actually made it worse, things just kept building on my mind, 'till it was overfull, I just needed to relieve some stress, just a little, so I did it, slice after slice, the blood ran down my arm, I felt the pain, I liked the pain, I wanted more, slice, slice, there was a puddle on the floor, a puddle of red liquid, a puddle of my blood, tears ran out of me as fast as the blood had, gripping my wrist I was trembling, I was scared of life and just wanted to be removed from it, removed from it, removed from the pain, removed from the tears, removed from everything happy and sad, removed like you remove a stain from a fabric, I just wanted to disappear, disappear so no one would know where i went, my heart pounding, lounder and louder until everything was black, waking up, seeing the blood, I didn't know what to feal, or how to react... |