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She wakes up on the floor dazed,
passed out agenst the door in the bathroom.
Toothbrush in hand, dieing for physical perfection
Trying so hard, she can't understand what went arie;
they were perfect, Shared favi Bands &belonged
But then the fantasy crashed down: All went wrong.
He leaves her in her tracks, Leaving a gaping hole
deep down in her soul.
Ashamed impurity, Broken & Disfunctional, She tries.
She crawls up onto her feet and whipes her mouth,
Looks over at the toilet and Shudders,
She thinks of their last memory, Last Fight together,
she flushes the imperfection away,
Tries to block the image.
He left the book of her life full of blank pages
Empty stomach, Bleeding cuts;
Small dedications to his Suicidal death,
His memory a surrounding mist around her mind,
shes told "Healing takes time," What lies!
Healing has to have wounds, But her soul is gone altogether.
Nothing in her stare, Emptiness left to get better
She cries inside and out whether shes alone or not.
She thinks of what it could be,
To end this all for eturnity.
'Theres no point to stay'. She says her regrets
In a prayer to God, and Continues on her way..
once its the end of the Day; Midnight
She'll take the razor and bottle she holds tight,
and swallow twelve dozen of the pills,
write a note of her Sorrow and Will,
And once shes dizzy, she'll take the razor in a clenched fist
and cut, Slice deeply into her left wrist.
Grab the stuffed bear he gave her, and while
she lays there, waiting for death to come on its' way;
She slowly whispers with an empty smile:
"Such a fantasy you were, but now you're not mine,
Like velvet rose pedals falling from the sky,
I couldn't believe, you weren't ment for me..
Its a grave shame, We had to die...."
Her last word comes up with a half breath,
taking the other half was death.
 forcing myself 2b social · Sat Sep 06, 2008 @ 12:28am · 0 Comments |
