Dark Days

The blood drips down her leg Wondering what she did to deserve this The life flows from the wounds she created. The blade and blood is her true form of accepting. Caring. Loving. Trusting, All having sick and twisted definitions in her head. Everyone hates her so why should she try? Questions continuously swallowing the silence The love she feels is false and empty She has become bitter and broken but goes unnoticed. The hard shell she has is not to keep you out, Rather to keep her pieces contained She once loved with her whole existence.. Worthless she feels. The blood drips to the floor The lights get blurry Maybe this way she will feel important Loved, missed, cared for. When she is gone the love will pour in Even as the blood pours out But as she floats somewhere between Her hallow shell filled with broken pieces Hidden from the world until the day it’s released She cries and say her last good byes. The final good byes will be just that. The blood runs slower down her leg The lights get darker She whispers “I will be loved now” Darkness consumes the once pretty girl in an ugly scene Lost to the selfishness of others A beautiful soul, released of the pain she was burdened with. Free to float and now be loved.