Left alone

She wants what used to be. 

His touch, her calming words.

A life she used to live before him.

Before her Alex shattered her world and watched the pieces fall around her. 

He left her alone when she needed him the most, now nothing is the same.

Her eyes shed tears she cannot hide, and her wrists hold scars she's opened again. 

No one is there for her, not one will help her cope with the horrid world around her. 

Again she finds herself unable to find a way out of her darkened void, there is no voice to guide her this time. 

No hand that she can hold as the pain begins to tear her apart from the inside.

She wants to die, to hold deaths hand and feel his "breath taking" kiss. 

But even that is beyond her reach, when all she wants to do is sleep, and on the verge of sinking into a dreamless night.

One that lasts forever, something always pulls her free.

No one has ever tried to help, they just tell her how wrong it is to want an escape from it all.

To finally be free from the pain and misery.

No one has held her until the tears stopped, no one has told her that it's worth it.

Not even Alex, after he left no one cared, no one even bothered to try.

And slowly she watched the end approach. 

Creeping upon her within the night.

The feeling overwhelmed her heart and held it within a fist.

The pain within her chest is what drove the blade.

Shallow at first, that numbed the pain for a while.

But eventually the need to watch the blood flow over her pale skin became to much.

And each night, after the pain of the day, the blade fed a little more. 

As more of her life was drained away. She was careful at first. 

She always hid the scars. Until he walked in. 

Her Alex, the one she told everything to, saw her feeding that silver blade.

He saw the blood and the tears in her eyes, but he didn't try to help her, instead he laughed and made her feel worse than ever, then he simply walked away.

That was her last night, his reaction to it was what it took, she couldn't handle the look in his eyes when he walked away. After everything she did for him, he watched her die, he fed the fire and helped her die. And never once did he look back.

Her father found her the next morning, cold and lifeless, lying in her blood on the floor of her room, there was nothing he could do. Tears poured from his eyes as he called the police, his oldest child was gone.

No one understood why she did it, to this day I believe no one really cared, it was just good gossip to them. 

But I understand, she wanted someone to care, someone to prove to her she was worth it. She wanted more than anything to be loved and held, someone who was there when she needed them. And in the end, no one was. She felt worthless, and hurt. Everyone around her was happy, and she was left miserable, and alone. She felt done, and Death called her name, the unending promise of silence and sacred happiness got to be to much to ignore. Finally, she listened, and her breath was gone. Sleep consumed her and it was the end.