Hav U Eva, chapter 1
Hav u eva felt lost, abandoned or alone?
I have. It hurts.
I can't believe they left me.
All of them.
They just don't care anymore...
And neither do I.
I don't need them,
And I never will...
But they're my best friends,
My buddies,
How could they do this to me?...
How could I do this to them?
I was the one driving,
Why couldn't I just slow-down like she told me?
My pals,
What did I do to deserve to lose you?
It is at this point that I begin to breakdown.
Large beads of tears and smudged eyeliner roll down my blood-speckled-panic-stricken face.
I refuse to even wipe them away.
My bones ache and sting as I walk towards the glow of the streetlamps by the road-side.
I gaze through my soaked hair covering my eyes, dejected, at the mass of scrap-metal crunched into the now-broken tree beside me.
I feel the warmth of my tears drop onto my skin as I collapse to the grass and mud below.
Guys, you were everything to me,
Why did this happen?...
Though I already know the answer to that death-ridden question,
I deny confessing it.
This is me.
My life.
Hello.
GET LOST!
I don't want to discuss anything right now.
I am shrouded in a cloud of depression,
With thoughts of what's going wrong,
Racing through my mind,
One after the other,
This sucks,
Then I see it.
Something glinting in the bright gaze of the streetlights, hovering above my head...
A small piece of glass.
Shattered, just like my spirit,
Lying by a river of ruby-tinted blood, and the wreckage of a formerly, top-quality car.
I slowly pick-up this shining outlet to my misery with my cold, damp, shaking fingers,
And steadily slice through the wet skin of my rough palm.
The sharp edge glides through its path with ease.
I know it hurts,
I realise that it is gnawing into me,
I don't CARE!
I simply bite my lip to hold my screams of pain inside of me,
And watch,
Deathly silent,
As scarlet droplets trickle down my already torn and weeping wrist,
To blossom into the crimson flowers of my pain and misery on the surface of my milky-white bag,
Slouched by my muddy feet.
Will I live?
Yes.
Do I want to?...
I have. It hurts.
I can't believe they left me.
All of them.
They just don't care anymore...
And neither do I.
I don't need them,
And I never will...
But they're my best friends,
My buddies,
How could they do this to me?...
How could I do this to them?
I was the one driving,
Why couldn't I just slow-down like she told me?
My pals,
What did I do to deserve to lose you?
It is at this point that I begin to breakdown.
Large beads of tears and smudged eyeliner roll down my blood-speckled-panic-stricken face.
I refuse to even wipe them away.
My bones ache and sting as I walk towards the glow of the streetlamps by the road-side.
I gaze through my soaked hair covering my eyes, dejected, at the mass of scrap-metal crunched into the now-broken tree beside me.
I feel the warmth of my tears drop onto my skin as I collapse to the grass and mud below.
Guys, you were everything to me,
Why did this happen?...
Though I already know the answer to that death-ridden question,
I deny confessing it.
This is me.
My life.
Hello.
GET LOST!
I don't want to discuss anything right now.
I am shrouded in a cloud of depression,
With thoughts of what's going wrong,
Racing through my mind,
One after the other,
This sucks,
Then I see it.
Something glinting in the bright gaze of the streetlights, hovering above my head...
A small piece of glass.
Shattered, just like my spirit,
Lying by a river of ruby-tinted blood, and the wreckage of a formerly, top-quality car.
I slowly pick-up this shining outlet to my misery with my cold, damp, shaking fingers,
And steadily slice through the wet skin of my rough palm.
The sharp edge glides through its path with ease.
I know it hurts,
I realise that it is gnawing into me,
I don't CARE!
I simply bite my lip to hold my screams of pain inside of me,
And watch,
Deathly silent,
As scarlet droplets trickle down my already torn and weeping wrist,
To blossom into the crimson flowers of my pain and misery on the surface of my milky-white bag,
Slouched by my muddy feet.
Will I live?
Yes.
Do I want to?...
