I Write
Journal entry #23
I sat at the end of the bed looking down at my slippers should I put them on? because if I do I'll have to start my day. Dead as is. I run my fingers through my hair, sighing I felt a hand glide down my spine. I jolted when I turned it was just her. She smiled, and layed her head on my back. Her silky blonde hair blending in with my auburn curls. The warmth from her cheek stayed with me even when I neglected her. her whimpers as she reached her hand out trying to grasp someone that wasn't existent. Everytime she talks about me she's talking about a complete stranger, I'm not who I once was. My soul, and everything that made her heart dance has withered away. Once the petals fall to the ground that's it, and I hope you know my names not actually what she once described as her light. Im now a door letting out the light to explore the hallway. Everything that once displayed itself to the public has been auctioned off for a more upsetting future. It gets better now I have blades, and pills to make life a lot easier for her. The now blank canvas that I've created I'll dye my favorite color , the color I know she's always loved until my lips graced the same word, now I can make things easier....still. It's great to be an open door, so I can breathe and she can spread her legs. She's locked in a cage, and I'll set myself free so she can be locked up forever with now what should be the ease of her new life. Her scent, my food, her books, my music, my lies, her freedom, my life. New colors build our walls I'm now tearing down brick by brick. No time to end what already died beautifully.
I sat at the end of the bed looking down at my slippers should I put them on? because if I do I'll have to start my day. Dead as is. I run my fingers through my hair, sighing I felt a hand glide down my spine. I jolted when I turned it was just her. She smiled, and layed her head on my back. Her silky blonde hair blending in with my auburn curls. The warmth from her cheek stayed with me even when I neglected her. her whimpers as she reached her hand out trying to grasp someone that wasn't existent. Everytime she talks about me she's talking about a complete stranger, I'm not who I once was. My soul, and everything that made her heart dance has withered away. Once the petals fall to the ground that's it, and I hope you know my names not actually what she once described as her light. Im now a door letting out the light to explore the hallway. Everything that once displayed itself to the public has been auctioned off for a more upsetting future. It gets better now I have blades, and pills to make life a lot easier for her. The now blank canvas that I've created I'll dye my favorite color , the color I know she's always loved until my lips graced the same word, now I can make things easier....still. It's great to be an open door, so I can breathe and she can spread her legs. She's locked in a cage, and I'll set myself free so she can be locked up forever with now what should be the ease of her new life. Her scent, my food, her books, my music, my lies, her freedom, my life. New colors build our walls I'm now tearing down brick by brick. No time to end what already died beautifully.
22-25, F