Cuts and{Scares} (Mania And Melancholy)

Post by d11a tsiuri dermott ☕ minie on Mar 30, 2013 14:04:25 GMT -5

Alexis Moon

I held the warm grip of the blade in my hand. The should have payed more attention to me. They new I would try to leave this terrible wold with every chance I get. I found a time when there terrible ice cold eyes weren't watching me. It was hard to find that kind of time, but I found it.

At the moment I sit in my bed in the Percocet wing, the place were us hopeless stay. If we were so hopeless and unfix-able, then why did we even have stay here, and why did they keep on attempting to fix us even if they knew deep down in there selfish hearts they couldn't?

My grip on the blade gets tighter by the second. I didn't want to think anymore, I wish I could stop thinking all together. I wish I could forget about everything, about my family and about my disorder as they call it. I think I am just not worthy to live in this world anymore. I know I will finally find peace somewhere out in the sky, though that is just a wish upon a star. A wish that will be tossed to the side like so many others.

I raise the knife slowly and count down in my head Five, four, three, two, one and then I fell the cold icy blade hit my skin. The brown skin around my arms. I feel the warm blood slowly trickle down my wrist, then down my hand, and lastly off the tips of my pointy fingers. The blood hit's the floor, I swear I could almost hear the small splat, suddenly the pain of all my past scars ache, like they were still fresh. All those attempts to travel to the next world failed, though what keeps me going?

I threw the knife at the wall. Why did I do it? Out of anger to these people who keep me a prisoner here. To my family who had sent me to this place. To everybody who tried to stop me from crossing over to the next world. That throw should have pierced there hearts, not the walls. I look down at my arm to see thick blood streaming down. I shed a single tear. A cold lonely tear, that tells me there is no hope left for me.

I listen to that tear and curl my self on my bed and cry away, hoping that nobody would notice my silent sobs, in the room of hopelessness.