Train Tracks Running Through My Heart

  The pain bubbled in my soul, deeply running through my veins. Slowly, I walked; head slumped, back bending.
  He pushed, poked, and prodded at me; leaving not just scars on the outside, but on the inside as well. Horrible marks, apart from my own, were spread all around me. On the cracked grey sidewalk, to the newly cut green grass.
  As I walked to my last destination, I thought of the reasons as to why I was doing this. Yes, Him, but it's not just Him, it's everything else, too. The emotional pain was the biggest problem out of every other twinge of hurt spread throughout my body. The words, they abused my heart; beating it as if it was a punching bag.
  I jumped out of my thoughts when an overwhelming shout of train-track bells pierced my eardrums. With a slide under the blockade, I stepped onto the cold railroad.
  I didn't feel the wind's cold bitterness; it hugged me all around. Soon, bright lights crept closer to me, making my shadow grow longer with increasing fear.
  I closed my eyes, not wanting to see my life end at the hands of a dirty, rusty train. I held back most of my tears, but one escaped. Taking all my strength and courage along with it, my head collapsed into my palms.
  A soft scream yelled my name, but that was all I remembered before I blacked out. Forever.