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*Sleep with Angels* you muttered, as you sat on your bed, grasping the piece of glass protectively. Whilst you had been singing you had locked the door to the dorm, that way no one could stop your escape, no one. *I'm a coward, but no one cares* you told the air around you, just as your song came on. The one which you loved and hated for the way it described how you felt. Missing, by Evanescence (Thanks Nat).
*Please, please forgive me,
But I wont be home again.*
You sang along to the CD, as you exposed the underside of your left wrist.
*Maybe someday youll have woke up,
And, barely conscious, youll say to no one:
"isnt something missing?*
You continued, placing the jagged piece of glass at the joint between your hand and arm, applying preasure.
*You wont cry for my absence, I know - You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?Am I so insignificant...?
Isnt something missing? Isnt someone missing me? *
Pulling the glass slowly up your arm, feeling with every second the sweet pleasure these wounds brought.
*Even though Id be sacrificed,
You wont try for me, not now.
Though Id die to know you love me,
Im all alone.
Isnt someone missing me?*
You continued to blast out the words, as you reached your elbow, allowing the blood to fall freely and paint your world red.
*Please, please forgive me,
But I wont be home again.*
Your attention turned lazily to your other wrist, as you switch the hand which held the glass. Cutting your finger slightly. This cut only made the bliss of this act more intense.
* I know what you do to yourself,
I breathe deep and cry out:
"isnt something missing?
Isnt someone missing me?*
You placed the glass just below the joint of you hand and arm, like you had on your previous wrist. Applying presure once more, but this time finding it more difficult, due to the sudden weakness of you left arm.
*Even though Id be sacrificed,
You wont try for me, not now.
Though Id die to know you love me,
Im all alone.
Isnt someone missing me?*
Carefully you dragged the glass up your arm, ensuring you lacerate it fully.
*And if I bleed, Ill bleed,
Knowing you dont care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
And wake without you there,
Isnt something missing?
Isnt something...*
The words began to fill your head as you reached your elbow. You were beginning to feel lightheaded, and couldn't help but smile whilst you sang.
*Even though Id be sacrificed,
You wont try for me, not now.
Though Id die to know you love me,
Im all alone.
Isnt someone missing me?*
Laying back, you allowed the warm liquid flood from your arms, soothing the throbbing of your heart and wrists. Both caused by different causes, yet the same causes. The warmth calmed you and began carrying you to another place, somewhere where you would never cry and always smile. Once more the song changed. This time Lady Midnight by Leonard Cohen (Ok it was going to be another song, but this is the song i'm listening to now). The words slowly drifted to you, as you finished your fall into darkness and discovered oblivion.
*Please, please forgive me,
But I wont be home again.*
You sang along to the CD, as you exposed the underside of your left wrist.
*Maybe someday youll have woke up,
And, barely conscious, youll say to no one:
"isnt something missing?*
You continued, placing the jagged piece of glass at the joint between your hand and arm, applying preasure.
*You wont cry for my absence, I know - You forgot me long ago.
Am I that unimportant...?Am I so insignificant...?
Isnt something missing? Isnt someone missing me? *
Pulling the glass slowly up your arm, feeling with every second the sweet pleasure these wounds brought.
*Even though Id be sacrificed,
You wont try for me, not now.
Though Id die to know you love me,
Im all alone.
Isnt someone missing me?*
You continued to blast out the words, as you reached your elbow, allowing the blood to fall freely and paint your world red.
*Please, please forgive me,
But I wont be home again.*
Your attention turned lazily to your other wrist, as you switch the hand which held the glass. Cutting your finger slightly. This cut only made the bliss of this act more intense.
* I know what you do to yourself,
I breathe deep and cry out:
"isnt something missing?
Isnt someone missing me?*
You placed the glass just below the joint of you hand and arm, like you had on your previous wrist. Applying presure once more, but this time finding it more difficult, due to the sudden weakness of you left arm.
*Even though Id be sacrificed,
You wont try for me, not now.
Though Id die to know you love me,
Im all alone.
Isnt someone missing me?*
Carefully you dragged the glass up your arm, ensuring you lacerate it fully.
*And if I bleed, Ill bleed,
Knowing you dont care.
And if I sleep just to dream of you
And wake without you there,
Isnt something missing?
Isnt something...*
The words began to fill your head as you reached your elbow. You were beginning to feel lightheaded, and couldn't help but smile whilst you sang.
*Even though Id be sacrificed,
You wont try for me, not now.
Though Id die to know you love me,
Im all alone.
Isnt someone missing me?*
Laying back, you allowed the warm liquid flood from your arms, soothing the throbbing of your heart and wrists. Both caused by different causes, yet the same causes. The warmth calmed you and began carrying you to another place, somewhere where you would never cry and always smile. Once more the song changed. This time Lady Midnight by Leonard Cohen (Ok it was going to be another song, but this is the song i'm listening to now). The words slowly drifted to you, as you finished your fall into darkness and discovered oblivion.