Last Breath

She screams, she screams,

her wrists are bleeding.

The knife falls from her uncurled fingers.

Her head is spinning (Why are there two of you?)

Her world is fading right before her eyes.

The walls are suddenly too close and she can't breathe (Why can't she breathe??) Oh God, Oh God, she whispers. She's cold, too cold. But yet something beautiful is happening. She's getting what she's always wanted: Death.

Author's Note

Thanks for the title, Emma! And, no, this isn't about me. ^^

Reviews

[EverEmma]

Hi Kristen. I'm sorry I have not reviewed you in a while. I think a good title would be Final Seconds, Last Breath, What She Wanted, or something along those lines.


Kristen.....when I read pieces like this from you, it makes me worry. Are these just the thoughts that flow through your head or are you seriously considering this. Yes, I know we all have our good days and our bad days but don't let life get to you like this.


On a more positive note, this is saturated with passion and fear and truth. Truth that life is not a cup of tea and that dangerous actions lead to terrible consequences. Wonderful.



And I hope your aunt rests in peace.
Feel better Kristen.

Your friend,

EverEmma