On The Count of Three

Go

 

I keep going.

Their words echo in my thoughts,

                   Screaming to me through the day

                   And whispering at night.

They cut scars onto me,

                              My mind,

                              My soul,

                              My heart,

                              My sides,

                              My hips,

                              My wrists.

They only make the taunts words.

My cries for help,

My songs of pain...

                               Fall on deaf ears...

No one's left to listen.

 

One

 

I stop trying.

The voices fade into the background.

I already know what they all say,

                                The hate they fling.

It haunts my nightmares.

Those daggers:

Stupid,

Worthless,

Whore,

Fat,

Freak,

Bitch.

          If everyone speaks lies to me,

It eventually becomes the truth.

Why keep trying?

                            No one cares.

                            No one bothers.

 

Two

 

I've given up,

                     Standing on the edge of a pit

                    Where all go and none come back.

Covered in all my scars,

Those ready to push me in:

                                           Hate,

                                           Misery,

                                           Despair,

                                           Heartbreak,

                                           Loneliness,

                                           Pain.

My tears come only to make me slip.

I reach out once more to stone hearts

                                                          And come back with nothing.

                                                                             There is nothing.

I count: one... two...

 

Three.

 

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