What Once Was
It’s not what you think.
I promise.
Today is just not going the way I want it to.
My plans aren’t working out.
My body is disfigured.
And my friends are all leaving.
But I know I can fix it.
It’ll be something that’ll unite those I love together.
And maybe, just maybe they’ll remember me.
So I strip myself naked and soak myself in the clear, warm water.
My body falls numb, and my hands do as they’re told.
The thin metal square slices my veins as a glorious gold liquid leaks from my wrists,
Staining the water a shiny yellow as if I’m swimming in the sun.
Hairy, twisted tendrils stick to my face.
My eyes search the ceiling.
My mouth sings a familiar melancholic song.
Finally, I drift under.
Succumbing to what once was.
What I did, didn’t fix anything.
Because no one will remember a girl,
Who was never known to begin with.
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