Emotionless

Heh heh heh.

Do whatever you want with me.

Call me names, push me down.

Every insult means a cut,

Every cut means a scar.

I see an image every day;

My rotting body, covered in blood.

Decaying on the floor,

A rusty blade in my right hand.

I am emotionless.

I'll put on a smile, a mask,

A mirror of what could have been.

Feed me your lies,

Make me who you say I am.

"The dark girl,"

Hungry for blood.

For pain.

I'll walk home as always,

Traveling with an empty expression

And a full mind.

Glide up the stairs and into my room,

A mere ghost of what was.

I stand on a chair and pull down the rope.

Delicately hold the letter

Carefully hidden, blood stained.

I place the rope around my neck

And kick away the chair.

I am emotionless.

 

Reviews

[Tai Ryens]

Dark and explaining my state of mind perfectly. My only problem with this is how you introduce the suicide letter; or what I presume to be a suicide letter? I'm not sure. Well, I feel you could have brought it in better.
Nevertheless, you've done a great job.

[Emrys Realmskip]

i love this! keep up the great work! :)

[Edmund S. Obumba]

love the goth in you.

[Boy of the red]

So relatable and great. I love it