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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