Lonely Bright Light
I cry alone; alone in the dark, deserted by everyone. How? How could they leave me behind? Wasn't I good enough? Didn't they care?
I was shunned, left behind, pushed away, forced to fend for myself.
Why? Why didn't they just kill me? Why couldn't they end this misery? I have, too, many wounds that won't close. They're always burning, getting worse, and fatal. I cannot do anything. No one will help a person like me.
I can go nowhere, do nothing. I'm hanging on by no more than a thread that is ready to break at a moments notice.
I'm too weak hanging on by that thread. I see the light getting brighter. My life running out, coming to the end.
I try so hard to keep moving. Blood is dripping out of my wounds. I'm falling. I need a breath after every step.
"Please end this!" I cry out to the barren land beyond the road. My legs buckle beneath me. I feel my face scrape the rocks.
I'm so tired and the light is so bright. I close my eyes, and drift towards the bright light.
Note: Some of this may have wrong punctuation because a lot of this is like thought fragments. So, if I don't punctuate something correctly and you know what it should be please tell me.
 Arishy · Mon Jul 16, 2007 @ 09:32pm · 3 Comments |
