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Midnight Darkness


The moon's up, right above me

It's light shines dimly upon this earth. 

My room is cold, dark, empty. 

The knife against my thigh, 

A picture of what used to be, a smiling girl plain and ordinary

No pain comes, no sadness, just blank nothingness

The knife is a reminder, a warning

Never let another hurt you

The knife digs deepers, still no pain. 

Life wasn't always this way. I was happy, colorful

I was the one tomake people smile. 

Now nothing makes me smile. 

The world doesn't know my pain, doesn't see the scars. 

No one sees the cry for help.

A tingle of saddness roars to life, but the knife kills it

another part of my soul...

gone.. 

Red blood seeps through my skin, I'm memorized by it. 

I move the knife to my arm one last time. 

Then the world slips

away. 

 

 

 

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