Monday, 20 April 2015
07:05:39 PM (GMT)
He severed the ties they had, cruelly and without emotion he cast her out. She cried
while laughing without emotion. Is this what it feels like to be unloved. She tried
to play it off, make it seem like it was no big deal while inside she was breaking.
Bad habits followed, a steady stream of men and drugs to make her forget.
"Stop acting like I own you."
Those words haunt her as she takes off her clothes for another man, revealing the
points of her body, where there was once curves, drugs have reduced her to skin and
bones. Hollow eyes sunken in, all they show is emptiness.
She is constantly bleeding, from where her nails dig into her skin, or from where the
men hurt her and she cries for more, more pain, more blood, more emptiness. It's
irony, he once told her he was the only one she needed, and it rang true, for now, no
body stays long. A quick fuck and some dollar bills or drugs.
Spiralling down deeper, she wonders if anyone can even hear her scream.
She hates herself, hates that her heart still beats, that blood still flows through
her veins. She tries to kill it by forcing the venom into her veins, needle marks and
scars, it's not enough.
She swallows another pill like a good girl and is thrust into a world of nothingness
while they rape her. A faint smile is on her lips as she is used in such a way.
She'll wake up with dried blood on her body and familiar aches and pains, but it's
worth it if she gets to feel nothing for a few hours.
She feels so good for being so dead inside.