CocaineI sit alone. Moonlight seeps in through the window, casting shadows upon the floor. A moan passes my lips. Perhaps if I hold myself, wrap my arms around myself, the pain wont spill out. I dont want the world to see my scars, the ugly and unwanted reminders of my past.Cocaine by ThePinCushion
The room is bare. There is nothing in it except me. I am the only piece of furniture that never leaves. Bloodstains cover the walls, messages that I have written each time I had tried to kill myself. I longed for death, for an escape from it all. It seemed unlikely that it would ever work though. My mother always said that there was too much life in me, and thats why it never worked. That may have been the case a few years ago.
I pick up a mirror that lies beside me and look into it. Such a mess. My eyeliner has run down my face, ushered along by my tears. My hair, although black is in need of brushing. Sadness chokes me, and, in an attempt to rid myself of my image, I throw the mirror agains