Gone

Curled up, she’s on the floor
Nothing matters anymore to her.
She left it all behind to search for herself.
Wanting to find herself.
Wanting to be corrected of her stupid errors.
Of her stupid mistakes.
To give herself a chance at a new life.

It didn’t work.

Dead emotions soon followed.
She lay on the floor, feelings scattered wildly.
She cares no more about what goes on inside her head.
Or around her.
Dead to the world.
Nothing matters anymore.
Just that she keeps breathing.

Or does that even matter?

She’s anorexic, a cutter, a druggee.
Her talents are good but not good enough.
All she does all day is sit on the floor.
Sometimes she listens to music.
Other times she’s slicing away.
Other times she’s smoking away.
But anyways, what does it matter?
Her life is worthless and pointless and selfless.

“Please, take it all away!”
She yelled at the sky in anger.
It was addressed to nobody in particular.
Maybe to a god somewhere far off.
Maybe to a long lost best friend.
Who knows?
She doesn’t even know….