I'm stuck in this foggy blizzard.
Where the stormy days blend perfectly with the dark starless nights.
I take in my surroundings and find my hollow reflection glaring right back at me.
My brown eyes empty of the light they once beared.
I no longer see the life that I used to have.
I am no more than a bottomless dark hole.
Exposed for all to see.
The sadness waterfalls haven't graced my cheeks in such a long time, that I no longer have knowledge of the feeling of a tear spilling down my face.
I no longer know how to feel and when emotions start to bloom within me, I have no idea how to express them.
My chest hosts odd sounding beating of my heart.
The misfunctioning machine that pumps the excess amount of blood directly into my ears.
The irregular whooshing that echoes through my eardrums every second of every day never fails to render me dizzy.
I am overwhelmed by the weight of my very own desperation.
There are days when I wish I could end it all.
Just stop and drop everything.
I look again,
I see her flaming red hair.
Her back is facing me.
I call out to her and she doesn't move.
Doesn't flinch, doesn't breathe.
I reach out to her, barely even managing to graze her skin with my fingertips.
She's too far.
Unattainable.
I can't reach her.
I can't save her.
I'm too late.
I cry out.
Dropping to my knees.
Clutching at my aching chest as I look down at her still, lifeless body with the three-inch handle of a knife protruding from her stomach.
She's dead, I was too late.
