Process
However,this,the pain,is just a part of the process.
The words surround you.They are everywhere.They won't go away.
However,this,the pain,is just a part of the process.
It all starts when the first insult is said.Then,it begins.Your mind is going to explode from all the stress.
"Finally..." You think as you feel the cool metal against your head.You can remember every single word that sputtered from their mouths.
Whore...Trash...Ugly...Fat...
However,some people can't seen to agree with the haters.Sadly,you aren't one of them.
The hating never stops.It continues as does your heartbeat.
Slow...but there.
However,this,the pain,is just a part of the process.
The sound of the clock rings through the bathroom as you sit there,not making a move.
Still as a rock.
Finally,you pull the trigger.The last thought in your mind...
However,this,the pain,is just a part of the process.
Copyright © Isabella Nickole | Year Posted 2016
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