DON"T THINK I"M EMO BECAUSE OF THIS!
“I’ve had enough!!” She screams as she hides in the safe arms of that ever-darkened corner of her room.
Crying and rocking herself, she watches the blood cascade from her wrists like a miniature waterfall of blood, into the steadily growing lake on the floor. she fears, but also embraces the pain flooding through her body, losing herself in the idea that soon, there will no longer be any pain.
more crevices appear on her otherwise flawless beauty. Eyes once raging with the savage breathtakingness of turquoise seas; all that is now beheld by anyone that would care to look closer at is the sadness and turmoil of a ruined child. Strands of majestic auburn, torn from her head lay scattered as leaves, being washed by the river of crimson, snaking its way through the cracks.
All this wilting beauty ever wanted was to be alone. Now, laying helpless, with tears pouring down her ever-paling cheeks, eyes wild, fingers clenched, clinging to her last threads of strength; Now when she finally wants someone to hold her, to comfort her; Now, she is ALONE
 Freya-Anne · Wed Nov 26, 2008 @ 12:34am · 5 Comments |
