Slit-Wrist OverdoseA blood stained edge from a half done deed. Teenage drama becomes post-teen trauma. Raise your hands and create a crimson storm. Dwell in the bliss of a life soon ended. No more worries no more problems.Then it hits you. The images. The pictures. The thoughts. The memories. You begin to question at a rapid pace. Was it really all that bad, was everything so askewed? Did they all hurt you, did they all create this world? No... it was a world of my own creation. It was a world I was at fault for starting. Fuck it. Fuck that! No, it waaaas them. They made it a living nightmare. Mother, father, siblings, best friends, good friends, an aquaitence here and there, and then there was...there was...There 'she' was. Like always she was there...like always for me. Closer she ran with wet eyes and shaky hands. She pulled me close she held my tight. I know she will never let go. She would hold on forever. To bad forever is now never ever. She was holding onto nothing. Only an ultra real dummy. 30
- Why - I thought I knew you. I though you knew me. Why is it when you need help you ask for me? Yet your not there for me? All I wanted was a hello, but why do you make me feel alone? Who do you think I am? Do you not know of my powers? Why do you treat me like dirt, and step all over me? If you want I can be your friend. I will never leave you, but you have left me. Give me a sign, let me know if you want to go. Let me know if you don't want me as a friend, since I am still waiting.