The Pain Is Gone
by Deanna
Death, cold and lonely, scary and dark. an incision on my wrist, an incision in my heart. As the icisions go deeper,my eyes start to close. all alone in my room and nobody knows. As i think about her, the pain starts to grow. So i start to cut deeper and more blood starts to flow. Im starting to weaken. I know death is near. Soon there will be nomore pain, nomore tears, nomore hurt, and nomore fears. With each cut i make, i know these are the last few breaths I will take. All i ever wanted was her, but my heart she had to break! With the razor in my hand, i make another cut. I know im going to die, but I dont give a fuck! The thoughts are now racing through my head. Will she ever care when I'm dead? HELL NO!! She did'nt care when i was alive, so why would she care if i died? Im so hurt! Finally, I make one more cut as i fall to the floor. My heart stops beating and the pain is nomore.
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