loneliness is a weight in me I scratch my arm not caring about the mark...

my breath.... .... .... is slamming this loneliness against my rib-cage breaking the bones apart

to release my heart

a muscle that's been pounding far too long, it burns

fourteen years and it still pumps

I shut my eyes to the noise of shouting and my ear drums burst

fresh blood flows freely

I scream and-
only air leaves my lungs... .... ... I'm frozen in place

I'm on the floor helpless

She examines her room one last time the place she stayed in most of the day, was not her's it was just a room with her stuff that she hadn't cared for in a long time

her pain and emotions now gone