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1:38 AM. 
Everyone else is asleep.
She prays to God,
for her soul to keep.
As the time ticks by,
she knows all too well
that there will be no rest
in this eternal hell.

The constant back and forth
of whether to stay silent or cry.
She can only fear that no matter what,
her only choice is to die. 
Losing hope and losing sleep,
with school approaching in the morn,
she lays in a pile of blankets,
helpless and worn.

 No one hears her silent pleas
for someone to save her from her pain.
The same thought plays in her head,
her cutting has relapsed again.
There is no one to turn to,
no hope left in her heart.
This bitter loneliness she feels
is tearing her apart.

"There are others hurting
so much more than me,
so why then do I feel 
like I am trapped in endless misery?
I do not deserve to cry.
I do not have the right to feel this way
when so many other people
have greater suffering each day."

The guilt for her own feelings
seep down into her soul
and the light inside her,
turns dark as coal. 
"There is no hope.
There is no love. 
There is no grace
given from God above."

1:45 AM.
The time is passing slow.
Even with all the good things,
her depression puts on a show. 
It's about time for her 
to settle and quiet down.
No one is coming.
She is going to drown.
Ah, the boring restless nights are back. 
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TheMassiveQuasar's avatar
i'm glad to see u r writing again, but i dont like seeing u in this mood. :hug: