Selfish

She told them she cried at night Showed the scars on her arms They didn’t listen to her Try to free her from harm She told them she needed help And all but asked them to stay Needed someone to listen But they left her anyway She was empty, yet again Dropped her arms to her side Turned to a vacant room Tried her best not to cry All alone in the darkness Thoughts working against her Weary from trying The pain’s what convinced her It wasn’t the first time That the idea had arisen For too many years Anxiety kept her in prison “Someone might miss me, But how can I stay?” It’s a beautiful world, But she left it anyway. CEC 12-3-2013 8:30pm