Pain.

Her tears fall,
an infinite cascade,
never ceasing,
dripping as dew
in the early morning.

Her heart calls,
to the empty space,
no feelings shared,
she just sits and stares
waits for the day to end.

Hear head spins,
confusion and panic
racing through her veins.

She waits for it to end.
For it all to end.
She loathes the confusion,
hates the pain.
Wants it all gone.
Wants to be gone.

Her wrist stings,
a million needles,
made real by her hurt,
stabbing and cutting,
until the blood has shed.

Her eyes swollen,
bloated from the tears,
produced from her anger.

She just wants to feel alive.