Post by Suerte on Mar 2, 2008 22:45:42 GMT -5
She's standing in the mirror, trying to see past her reflection.
Her collection of memories, stretched to far for recollection.
She's breathing slow, she's breathing deep.
This fear she knows she shouldn't keep.
But her eyes start to well, and her tears fall like rain.
It's a hit to her heart, she can't see past her pain.
She tries to decide if tonight if tonight is the night.
She scared and she's crying she's growing in fright.
She's thinking of choices, none of them good.
"Although nothing" she thinks "is something I could."
But with a nod of her head, she's made her descision.
A razor blade will do, for such an incision.
She prys out the blade, then holds the steel to her wrist.
She looks up in the mirror, smashes the face with her fist.
Her blood it now drips, where the glass cut her flesh.
Into the sink, to a big bloody mess.
She's crying and trying to end it all now.
But from a small distance she hears a small sound.
She runs for her cell, tries for a dainty hello.
But her voice is shaking, and quaking, a moving jello.
She can hear breathing, come from the other line.
Then a voice seeming a distant, seeming so sweet and fine.
"Just wanted to call and check up on you.
I just had to say I love you, I'm not sure you knew.
I just had a feeling, that something was wrong.
And it's been awhile since we've talked, oh much to long."
A tear now descends, and streams down her cheek.
Then a little ray of hope, a smile starts to peak.
She sets down the blade, then pushes it away
Shes decided this life isn't hers to end, may life do with her as it may.
She covers her hand, pressure on the mangled mess.
"Yhea" she replied, feeling the pain a little less.
She doesn't know, exactly what to say.
She looks to where the razor now lays.
"I think I need you here" She finally whispers
And theres a verbal nod, from the quiet listener.
She hangs up, with a near non-exsistant sigh.
Ready to give up the lie.
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It's old. Like...really old. But I just found it in an old notebook. It's from like....02-03?
Her collection of memories, stretched to far for recollection.
She's breathing slow, she's breathing deep.
This fear she knows she shouldn't keep.
But her eyes start to well, and her tears fall like rain.
It's a hit to her heart, she can't see past her pain.
She tries to decide if tonight if tonight is the night.
She scared and she's crying she's growing in fright.
She's thinking of choices, none of them good.
"Although nothing" she thinks "is something I could."
But with a nod of her head, she's made her descision.
A razor blade will do, for such an incision.
She prys out the blade, then holds the steel to her wrist.
She looks up in the mirror, smashes the face with her fist.
Her blood it now drips, where the glass cut her flesh.
Into the sink, to a big bloody mess.
She's crying and trying to end it all now.
But from a small distance she hears a small sound.
She runs for her cell, tries for a dainty hello.
But her voice is shaking, and quaking, a moving jello.
She can hear breathing, come from the other line.
Then a voice seeming a distant, seeming so sweet and fine.
"Just wanted to call and check up on you.
I just had to say I love you, I'm not sure you knew.
I just had a feeling, that something was wrong.
And it's been awhile since we've talked, oh much to long."
A tear now descends, and streams down her cheek.
Then a little ray of hope, a smile starts to peak.
She sets down the blade, then pushes it away
Shes decided this life isn't hers to end, may life do with her as it may.
She covers her hand, pressure on the mangled mess.
"Yhea" she replied, feeling the pain a little less.
She doesn't know, exactly what to say.
She looks to where the razor now lays.
"I think I need you here" She finally whispers
And theres a verbal nod, from the quiet listener.
She hangs up, with a near non-exsistant sigh.
Ready to give up the lie.
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It's old. Like...really old. But I just found it in an old notebook. It's from like....02-03?
