Gone .
Slowly falling...
Reaching out to grasp at the pieces of my soul.
Something once whole yet now shattered...
As i try to pull it all back together... I break even more.
Blood running down my arms ...
My heart racing, A comforting feeling long but forgotten till now.
The pain my only reminder that i am alive...
Alive and breathing.
The taste of my tears against my parched lips ...
Ever so comforting.
Looking everywhere for help... for comfort.
Finding none. Finding no one.
So i lean back and enjoy the pleasure i get from the pain...
Enjoying the blood as it runs down my arms.
Slowly slipping into unconciousness ...
Broken. Lost . Gone.
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