Am I Pretty Enough Now***
293 Words
...she stands in the pouring rain, tears running down her face; no one notices or even cares. Flashes of painful memories swarm her mind. Echoes of stinging words flow like the wind through her hair. She lets out a scream and begins to run. Her bare feet splashing through pools of the sorrows of the world that cover the streets. The screams splash over her feet; trying to out run everything in her heart, tearing her apart. tripping, falling through thorned bushes; thorns pulling at her skin, like fingernails clawing at her every move. Screams of sorrow leave her lips, as she stumbles to her feet. She bursts through her bedroom door, slamming it behind her. Falling against it, she buries her face in her hands. She starts throwing things against the walls, wishing her pain would shatter like everything else. She sees her reflection in the mirror; screaming as her fist goes through, shattering it to pieces. She falls to her knees, tears uncontrollably falling to the floor. She stares at the shards surrounding her. Picking one up, looking at her pain in the reflection; closing her eyes, what should be pain is nothing but relief. As her blood begins to surround her, she dips her fingers in it; writing on the wall. She collapses leaving nothing but these words behind, 'Am I pretty enough now'...
***I do not condone violence, substance abuse, or self harm. This writing is simply, a writing. No one was harmed in any way during the writing of this post. If you are having any thoughts of self harm, please reach out to someone and be safe. Here is a link to reach out to someone just to talk if you should ever need it. Thank you***
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