Cry.
You say to let it out.
But you never say how.
What good will it do?
Each drop is supposed to take away my pain.
Fall to the ground; lost.
But my tears do not run out,
Just as my pain is not going away.
Run.
I cannot run away.
That darkness follows me.
Grabs me . . .
I can still feel that bitter cold on my neck.
Can still taste that blood―
My blood.
Scream.
No one hears me . . .
And I don't think anyone cares.
Is anybody really there?
You're tearing me apart.
My tears run down my cheeks, clearing the dirt.
You push me.
Stop.
I can't.
Not now.
I've done it for too long.
Red streaming down my wrists,
I take the last step to my escape.
I will disappear.
And you still don't understand that you caused this,
Back when you told me to cry.
And now, I am gone.