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Abigail Oct 2014
Drowning, slowly sinking
Struggling to keep her head up
The pain sets in
Its getting harder to breath, harder to move
Struggling to eat without the self hatred
The disease is setting in
The blood flows out
Stark red contrasts against white
Pain leaves the body
Slowly
The pain drains away as her soul returns
One less angle left on earth.

She cuts deeper each time past the skin past bone
Letting the sickness bleed out
But its speeded into her bones
Heads spinning round
Running in circles anyway
Chasing down the dreams trying to get away
Starving every morning starving every night
Hungry to bed makes her light
Voice screaming in her head drowning out her thoughts
Her voice slowly fades
Getting harder each day
Losing sleep and her mind
Diving further into the abyss the deep dark unknown.
Abigail Sep 2014
Blood rushes now her leg
Tears fall from her eyes
Sighing softly
Getting harder to stop
Knowing the pain is hiding
Biding its time until it can come back
Cuts again
Deeper and deeper each time
Tears fall again
Struggling to catch her breath
She just shuts her eyes
Sick of watching life pass her by
Cuts again
The blood rushes out
The demons are back
Clawing their way out
Staring at the sky as she cries for humanity
For all the pain and fear in the word
Tears fall harder
People are cruel
Hurting themselves and others
Abigail Sep 2014
It starts slowly
One here, one there
Never more than ten
Always more than five
She thrives on the pain
Smiles as the blade draws blood
Dripping slowing
Coating her clothes
From white to red
The blood stain where it lands
The pain
The sorrow
The fear
The worry
The uncertainty
The innocence
Ebb and flow away

Weeks later it had increased
Always more than twenty
Never less
Deeper and deeper till she reaches bone
Only then will she be satisfied
Only then can she smile
Only then can she wipe away the tears
Only then can she finally be happy once more
Only then can she feel whole again
Only then....
Abigail Sep 2014
Her sleeve slips
Her scars show
People stare
People judge
Picks herself up
She’s been through worse
She is an artist
Her skin is the canvas
The blood is the paint
Her scars are her pain
The scars are memories of the words that hurt
Past reminders of a cruel world
She smiles
Picks up the blade
Tears still fall, but the smile is real
Blood flowing from her wrists
The pain is too great
Another angel falls from grace

— The End —