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I was feeling so constricted when i wrote this!


Submitted:Sep 12, 2011    Reads: 9    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   


she stands in a room no longer fimilar
feeling a feeling so very similar
she leaves the room and sees him there
screaming in a drunken rage of how lifes not fair
then relizes who she is truely seeing
its not him.....its HER the other faceless being
a nearly impossible mistake to make right?
suddenly it goes to night
shes alone in the house and scared
relizing how little people have ever truely cared
she runs to the door with no plans to ever return
the door bricks over they're so hot they burn
but she dosent care she slams the bricks with her hands
again & again as tears stream down her face she yells demands
but its no use! nothing will help! has she been condemed?
she runs to the window the same has happened to them
she sinks to the ground tears dripping from her face
as she relizes she is stuck in this horrible lonely place
she screams but no one can hear her and she knows that
she finds her little brothers softball bat
1st thing she does is hits the wall as hard as she can 1-2-3-4-5
the bat suddenly burts and shes suprised to be alive
she runs to her phone hoping to call for help
but her voice is gone not even a tiny yelp
but it doesnt matter cus her phone is missing from its place
she runs to the bathroom and splashs water on her face
she looks up at the mirror she sees her eyes so dead
sharp pains suddenly strike her head
she curls up on the floor begging for it to stop
the pain so intense its as if its ready to pop
she cries and screams so loud the mirror shatters
a peice slices her arm and the blood splaters
lying on the ground gripping her arm in pain she sees it
a piece of mirror she has her sights on it
she reaches as best she can
its just barely in reach of her hand
she grips it tight so tight blood slides down her wrist
she pulls her other hand into a tightened fist
she rolls on her back takes a deep breath seconds past
into her heart the blade so cold...that breath was her last
she knew she would never adapt
to being so completely trapt!





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