UntitledA Story by Lanke DollAm I here? The only thing I feel is fear. Can you see me? When can I be free? You will never know the feelings that I bottle up inside. The feelings you will never see, the thoughts that you will never read. Look into my eyes; you will see pain. Look at my smile; you’ll think everything is fine. I go home, after a week of running. I figured, “Hey, I wouldn’t even be missed…” I didn’t even think she’d notice I was gone. I find a note, it reads, “Things for Lauren to do May 13,2011.” Then it listed 1.Clean house 2.Take out garbage 3.Do dishes 4.Clean sink/bathroom 5.Pick up my room. I read all my chores. I throw away the list. I ran up to my room and cried. I was gone for a week. I feel so invisible in my own home. Do they even care? I break open my dresser. Pull out the ring box, open it and grab my razor. I bring it to my wrist I move o a corner in y room. "If I die, no one will miss me..." I press it to my flesh. I watch as a spool of scarlet blood trails behind the bright shining metal. pressing harder, cutting deeper. Holding my breth with every stroke of the blade. I live in a world of people that don't really see me. I can feel that adrenaline rsh through my veins as I cut myself open. The scarlet blood covers my arms, it drips to my legs and floor. Suprise, my body wasn't found 'til three days later. A week later i atended my own funeral. I lay in my own caske. I see my friends.. but, no family, my boyfriend was there. I looks like I was only partly invisible.
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Added on May 20, 2011Last Updated on May 20, 2011 AuthorLanke DollDiseased Imagination, INAboutI am 17 and I am a writer and a singer. I'm in a band and I love my friends I write poetry from my heart and I'd love to share it. If you don't like it that's okay it's not there for you to like. I h.. more..Writing
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