The Darkest Side

She screams into the night.

Howling in pain.

No one hears her desperate pleads.

Blood pulsing through her veins.

Thump, thump, thump.

Her beating heart is the only thing that signifies that she is alive.

Being alive.

It’s is supposed to be the best thing in the world.

Waking up to feel refreshed and happy you get one more day.

All she wants is to never wake up again.

Why? You may ask.

Because life has a light and a dark side.

Most people choose to live in the light.

Being carefree and loving life.

Not many worries.

Lots of love and laughs with friends and family.

But some unfortunate people live in the dark.

Alone…Scared…Sad.

No one cares about these people.

They inflicted that on themselves or so they say.

Some people are born with it though.

The constant sense of dread that washes over them everyday

Like water running down a ducks back.

Most people have only a few outlets to let go of this dread they may feel.

Harming oneself seems to be a good option.

Cutting, Scratching, Starving, Burning

Anything that will make you feel alive…feel something.

The unfortunate souls that result to death by one’s own demise…

That is the saddest part.

They reach out for help…for anything at all.

No one helps them…they are utterly alone.

Once their souls rest in peace people start to care.

Well what happened to caring before they succumb to such a horrific deed?

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