ask-the-girl-in-the-void

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Blood.

Blood pours out of me.

When I try to speak, blood falls from my wordless mouth.

When I open my eyes to see, blood pours down like so many tears.

When I try to take a step forward, I skin my foot, and blood pours out.

When I reach out my hand, the blood seeps out from my joints.

Blood.

Blood pours out of me.

#poetry

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There once was a girl, who lived alone in a dark void.

She hadn’t always lived there. She remembered, seeing colors, light, life.

She even remembered other people.

Friends, she thinks they were called.

She very much wanted to have friends again.

So, she walked.

She walked for many a day and many a night.

She walked until time had lost all meaning.

She walked until she couldn’t take another step without slipping on her own blood.

And in that time, she did not find a friend.

She thought to try again. To try something different.

“If I can’t find anyone else, I’ll simply look upwards!”

The girl was made of light. She didn’t know this- the void was so dark, so empty, light had little meaning.

But, she did know, that she could take a piece of her soul, a piece of her self, a bit of her light, and cast it out from her, where it would flow up to the skies.

And so, she did.

Again and again, she would cast light into the sky.

Over and over, until she had dwindled down to almost nothing.

Then, she would rest, regain herself, reforge herself.

And then, she did it again.

Years. It must have been years that the girl spent, casting pieces of herself out into the void. Hoping beyond hope that they would find someone. That she could someday escape this ever present loneliness.

It hurt. It hurt so much, if she had had tears left to cry, the floor around her would have been rendered slick and damp.

But she had long ago ran out of tears.

The girl tried one final time.

She had explored miles upon miles upon miles of this space, never once finding anything of interest.

She had cast pieces of her very soul out into this expanse, hoping they might be found. They never were.

There was only one thing left for her to do.

The girl opened her mouth.

And screamed.

“PLEASE! WON’T SOMEONE PLEASE FIND ME? WON’T SOMEONE PLEASE SAVE ME? I’M SO LONELY! IT HURTS! IT HURTS SO MUCH! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!”

She screamed. She screamed and pleaded into the void, she pleaded until her voice went hoarse and silent, she screamed until all that came out of her mouth was blood. And in that time.

Nobody came.

She was, truly, alone.

#story #short story

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Bloodshot

#art #animation #vent art #tw blood

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Heartbroken

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Alone

I am

Alone

In this

Abode

I see

A home

Inside

A mind

Inside

A heart

I see

A death

I feel

A dark

Impulse

Attack

I can

Always

Increase

A pain

I feel

Along

Inside

A dread

Into

A head

I am

Alone

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Feel the dark clouds pull

At the recesses of my

Mind, drag me downward

#poetry #haiku

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Alone

Empty

Surrounded by nothing

But shattered dreams

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Hurts

Hurts

Hurts

Hurts

Hurts

Hurts

Hurts

Hurts

Hurts

Hurts

Hurts

Hurts

Hurts

Hurts

Hurts

Hurts

Hurts

#poetry #haiku

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Is my heart really broken?

Or did I never find one in the first place.

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What am I?

Am I the stories I tell?

But then, what if no one reads them.

Am I the friendships I forge?

But then, those always seem to crumble.

Am I the dreams I bare?

But then, they may never come true.

So tell me.

Tell me the truth.

What am I?

#poetry

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Those words.

Those words agin!

I don’t deserve them.

So why do you keep saying them?

Is it an echo?

A mirror of my own thoughts, reflected back to me?

Is it a lie?

It must be, yet it can’t be, because I know you’d never lie to me, but I know those words just can’t be true.

Those three simple words:

“I love you”

#poetry

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Tears flow down my face again.

I wonder.

When did I last feel their embrace?

It can’t have been too long.

More and more as of late.

I cry and I cry.

But why?

What pain do I carry, so deeply, bubbling up from my heart, pouring out from my brain, flooding forth from my eyes.

And even when the tears don’t come.

The pain is there.

Bubbling just beneath the surface.

I wonder.

Did I have a life before this?

Did I ever know anything else?

Anything other than this

Ever

Present

Pain?

I couldn’t have.

No, the pain is all I’ve ever known.

It’s all I’ll ever know.

My only companion

Shall be these gentle, silent tears.

#poetry

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Love is all I want

Over and over and over again, seeking

Never finding, in this

Endless search for something I may never have the

Luck to find. I feel so lost. I ask myself.

Why?

#poetry

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Pathetic

There’s that word again.

Pathetic

Over and over again, running through my head like a creed.

Everything I do

Pathetic

Everything I don’t

Pathetic

Every time I try

Pathetic

Every time I can’t

Pathetic

Again and again, drilled into the recesses of my mind.

I wonder if I’ll ever be anything else

Anything but just

Pathetic

#poetry

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I love you

You don’t love me

I’ll love you

You won’t love me

I’ve loved you

You can’t love me

I’ll always love you

You’ll never love me.

#poetry #unrequited love

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Red falling from my

Eyes, blinding me to all the

Pain all around me

#poetry #haiku

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