Rainy Morning

One cold, rainy morning
She wakes up to an argument
She doesn’t know what she’s gotten herself into
She’ll never be the same, ever
She runs to the one place that holds all of her deep, dark secrets
She blasts music, while she writes her anger into a simple piece of paper
The pages fill with sorrow
She sits there, in the dark, thinking
The very thought of living, it frightens her
She’s too afraid to look it the mirror, mirrors lie to her
Her life, she just can’t stand it, she wants to be free
Her heart already being broken before,
it breaks even more and more as each second passes
She somehow finds a way to mend the hurt and disappointment
But that doesn’t help
Should she just stop trying?
She drowns herself in her tears, wondering what the hell is wrong with her
She looks around, and sees nothing, just black, a black void of nothingness
She glances at her mere wrists,
And she can’t stop the one thought of blood running down her arm
But she holds back, she has too many scars already
Out of nowhere, she breaks down crying, for no reason at all
She’s lost in her own mind
It’s always too late for her input
She’s can’t run away anymore, she’s weighed down by her fears, sorrows, angers
She may look okay on the outside, but inside, she’s dying within herself
“Alone rhymes with death” is her own quote of life
And now, she’s fading too fast

April 2005