I Express Myself Through Writing
i woke one night to hear crying....i wiped my eyes..it wasnt me..
i looked around scared, but wanting to know..and there i saw her..
the little girl with the off white dress..her big black bow loose..untied..
i know this little girl very well...she has a special place in my nightmares.
"why are you crying"..i asked, so softly i could barely hear myself..
she looked up...big grey eyes filled with sorrow..tears have left marks on
her face..
"i am you" she whispers...
"i know" i replied..
"your dying" she cried..
pointing at me...i saw how my white sheets turned blood red.. every cut on my body open...blood flowing like a river crying.. i looked at her...the terror in her face was enough to stop my heart...."see what you did" she screamed....
"with every cut you hurt you....you kill me"..
unable to move , bleeding, burning....i see her fading....
i have lost the child in me.
i looked around scared, but wanting to know..and there i saw her..
the little girl with the off white dress..her big black bow loose..untied..
i know this little girl very well...she has a special place in my nightmares.
"why are you crying"..i asked, so softly i could barely hear myself..
she looked up...big grey eyes filled with sorrow..tears have left marks on
her face..
"i am you" she whispers...
"i know" i replied..
"your dying" she cried..
pointing at me...i saw how my white sheets turned blood red.. every cut on my body open...blood flowing like a river crying.. i looked at her...the terror in her face was enough to stop my heart...."see what you did" she screamed....
"with every cut you hurt you....you kill me"..
unable to move , bleeding, burning....i see her fading....
i have lost the child in me.