To whom...we'll never know  

evilgothgirl 51F
326 posts
1/13/2006 5:41 am

Last Read:
3/5/2006 9:27 pm

To whom...we'll never know


She's in her darkened bathroom,
and she's crying all alone.
She's staring at her reflection,
and no one else is home.

She's mad and she's depressed,
she holds a blade in her right hand.
She's lost her grip on life
while reality slips through her hands like sand.

She's staring at her wrist,
and envying it's perfection.
She's planned this for so long,
but nobody pays attention.

She's made up her mind,
and she's not afraid to die.
She's not afraid of pain,
and there's no need to say 'good-bye.'

She's afraid no one will stop her,
even though she hates her life.
She's blank and she's tired,
as she glances at the knife.

She puts the blade to her skin
and she knows what she is doing.
She slit her wrist,
but exactly whose life is she ruining?

She's lying on the floor
watching her soul slip away.
She's still crying and she's lifeless,
in her head she starts to pray.

She's closing her eyes
and it's time for her to go.
She whispers, "I'm so sorry,"
but to whom... we'll never know.

overworkedloon 56M
400 posts
1/13/2006 9:22 am

You're never visited by a happy Muse are you?

Is there an happy or at least not quite so gloomy side that you're willing to share?


rm_dragonheat23 51M
1158 posts
1/13/2006 10:09 am

Death can take many forms. Sad that so many times the death is never noticed by the person's "loved ones".


evilgothgirl 51F

1/15/2006 12:06 pm

um....hello...not many of us goth's have a bright shiney sunny side. I write what feel, and as of late, this is what it is.

Please note, the name is evilgothgirl, not Sister Mary Sunshine


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