Submissions by butterflylove

Was it easy?
Forgetting me?
Of course it was.
I'm not much
to remember.
It must have been easy
forgetting
moving on.
Everyone forgets you
when your're
Six
Feet
Under

She
  can't
       take
           it
             anymore.
Falling.
       Deeper, deeper, deeper.
               Down, down, down.
                     Into the abyss.
The only thing to save her
is a small
         Silver
               Razor.
So she grabs it,
  holds on tight
  And glides it across her skin.
Watching
       As blood,
          crimson pain,
                Beads,
                      and runs
                              Down
                                  her
                 ...

Slowly,
Oh, so slowly
So she can feel
Everything.
The razor
       gliding across her skin
The blood
       beading on the surface.
She wants the pain
on the outside
to distract her.
She wants it to match
The pain on the inside.