One, Two, Three...I count the breaths I have left in me.More Like This
I get to ten-
Feeling as though I don't truly exist.
That there's bigger things,
More important things-
Other than little 'ole me.
It hurts that I'm sad-
But it's just me.
The little 'emo' girl,
Hiding beneath her bedtime sheets-
She cries at the memories.
Wishing for her living nightmare to disappear,
Testing to see if this is truly reality-
She hurts herself.
Slicing her arm until she screams,
She's falling into her mind.
Curling into a little ball-
Deaf to the obvious,
Blind to the evil.
She's losing herself-
Watching her pain stain everything.
She's wishing for this breath to be her last.
And for her life to end somewhat fast.