You're sad, angry and confused. Your world is spinning fast. Your mind is racing. Your heart is beating. Your hand is shaking. Tears drop from your eyes onto the blood. You're gasping for breath. You have a slight smile drawn across your face. You feel no pain from the cut only the pain of the disasters of your life. You drop the blade clenching your arm. You slowly lay down. You say his/her name over and over again. Trying everything you can to help you drift alseep. YOu wake up the next morning earlier thand usual. Flashbacks of the night instantly replay themselves inside your head. Your arm is sore. Slowly and carefully you slide up your sleeve revealing the bloodstains on your shirt. You feel ashamed but in a way satisfied. You know you're crazy but you don't care.
Ode to Emos
November 1, 2008