Finding solace in my depression. |
The warm breeze gently tousles her chestnut-colored hair while she thinks. The water laps at her bare feet. She enjoys the coolness against her skin, she lightly ran the coolness down the inside of her arm. Up and down, then up again. Gently caressing the soft skin of her forearm. Feelings of elation saturate her. So she imagines and daydreams the crimson liquid dripping down her arm into the water. Then she would cut deeper and the blood would pour from her weakened body and she would cut more. Deeper. She would drag the blade along her sun kissed skin back and forth. Deeper. She would rip the blade through her skin until she felt no more of the pain she had inside... but she would not need to. She would not. Her eyes touched the sky as she set the blade in the sand. She would not do it. Not for you, you were the reason she had thought it to begin with. No, she would do it for her to show you what beauty you had missed, what you left behind. She would show you just how great she is, she would strive to do her best to show you what she is capable of, then she would see you smile, and only then would she say goodbye. |