Feeling lost with regret and sorrow. Feeling the erg to just get up and leave, leave everything behind. Walk out the door like nothing is wrong. Looking at pictures from the past. Feeling the agony and pain rush threw your vanes with horror. Feeling all the dishonorable, and vicious poison set into your skin. Feeling the pain and anger work threw your body. Try to walk but fall and cant get up. Feeling down all the time. Feeling like losing and dying right there. Run away from everything. Even the ones who care. Scream but no one hears you. Talk but no words come out.
Marks on your arm from cutting. Raiser sharp blade piercing threw your skin. With a runny river of blood. Motions to the floor. As you fall on your knees not knowing what to do. You feel the pain of terror set in. The lost from the found. The light from the dark. The high from the low. The under from above, The haven from hell life is only a big stair well. For the top I will not reach for I have fallen. And can not get up. For the next step is to far out of reach.
by kerri stone
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