• The strum of the acustic hums through the air. Marker scraping against paper, leaving purple residue, as the young girl gently presses onto the lines. The whisper of the vent telling her things of death and love unproved. The clock ticks softly as the girl bobs her leg. Her postion ever changing, hair flipping, nail biting. The wash of saliva down her dried, cracked throat. She sinks deeper into thought-God, blood, death, love all of which pass through her mind. She knows shes a failier in his eyes. Her father. Ever haunting, ever insulting. Twisting her words until he warps her very thought process. Tick. Tick. Hair in her eyes, toes curling, stomach in knots at the very thought of it. Not good enough. Perpetual self loathing. The sting of a razor. So sweet. Ripping flesh from bone. Warm, thick, red, iron filled blood. So comforting. So tempting. Tick. Tick. Eradicate her feelings. The pop of a bottle, five or six tablets. A rush of cool liquid, no pain. Lasting numbness. More! Him, pain causer Joe. Left her for no reason. Deprssion, starvation, barely living. Hours of sorrow. Tears taste delicious. Soft still. Happy that the salty droplets will never abandon her. Crimson color. Barely holding on. Delf damnation. The other. Loved her, jealous beauty. Controlling b*****d wanting to cause her pain. Stupid! Tick. Tick. Wanting those memories to leave. All goes white. A void of helplessness. Unknowing, ever wondering. Tick. Tick. Pressing into the metal opening. Spark of a lighter. Hot burning sensation filling her lungs. PAIN! Ah so sweet! Fully alive. Fully suffering. Everything fades away, loud ringing sound wakers her from her day dream. All these memories. s**t! The tears running against her face. MY face. All while awaiting a friend to call.