RESTING IN PIECES
It's 3am and ghost quiet in her compacted space. She feels restricted, constricted and restrained and so she let's out this hideous laugh that sends tears streaming down her bony cheeks. Her body shakes as she let's out this loud growl that's hides away her agonising pain. Placing her hand on her lips she finally let's out the muffled screams and dampens her brown pillow case even more. Stupid me was all she muttered as the swords in her mind clattered, the taunting laughs got louder and all eyes were on her,judging her, mocking her, every finger pointing at her. She feels her heart shattering and every piece falling apart. She gathers her strength and heads towards the plain lit room,where she slides down the ***** dump walls holding the one thing that could end it all  intricately painting the walls with a deep cheery colour

©kiddoh

What if i die at 12pm
What if i die at 6pm
What if i die at 00
What if i die at 00:02am
Would that make it just another death
Would i be just one less out of billions
Would i be graced by my "friends" presence
Would i be privileged to hear them mourn and fake cries?
Would i be at the mercies of strong men carrying my limp body
Would i be graced by your presence
Yes you
Would you cry endlessly for me?
Would you dent up the walls because of me?
Would you growl out your frustration because of me?
Would you feel broken, shattered because of me?
Would you zone out, loose concentration because of me?
Would you walk in the rain because of me?
Would you shut out the world because of me?
Would you defend me?
Would you tell them that the world was cruel to me?
Would you tell them that i tried so hard?
Or would you tell them i was stupid
That i wanted a nonexistent fairly tale
That i was suffering from depression
That i was a ****** escaping reality
That i wasn't good enough
That i was useless
That i was worthless
Tell me, yes you
Tell me
But for now what if
What if i die now?  
          -... The black pen chronicles
©kiddoh