Grey paved road stretches out beneath me, I know that I've been walking, but have I even moved? I walk past street signs, only they are blank. Still I keep moving, thats what I should do right? I hear my parents voices, hissing like snakes in my head Spinning and swirling voices Cursing the stupid girl, a fool for temptations. I walk here and feel nothing walk back and feel nothing nothing is the same.
Enough! I scream I tear at my flesh watching it rip from my bones, satisfaction. I rip up the scars I rip out my eyes I rip at my throat. Now I will sit, a bag of ****** gaping wounds, in the middle of the road and wait for someone else to decide It was never my life anyways.