Dec 20
poem 0 comments challenge: Burden
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Burden

There’s a weight

On her shoulders.

Getting heavier

And heavier 

Each day.

It’s pushing her

Down,

Down,

Down.

Farther and farther

Into the ground.

The weight is inside her too.

Eating away at her insides.

Leaving her emotionless.

She doesn’t even cry anymore.

She used to.

All the time.

Sometimes for no reason.

She was just filled with sad.

But then.

She turned numb.

She doesn’t want to be alive anymore.

She barely exists as it is.

She puts a knife to her wrists to see the blood.

To remind herself that she is alive.

Even if she doesn’t want to be.

One day

Is a particularly bad day.

She can’t take it anymore.

The weight on her shoulders.

The hurt.

The sad.

She puts a knife to her wrist….

And cuts.

But this time is different.

This time she cuts so deep there’s no going back.

And she slowly bleeds out

In the bathtub

Of the house she grew up in.

No more hurt.

No more weight.

No more emptiness.

No more of her.

She’s gone.

Permanently.
 
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