She don't want the world

She stood in the doorway, her hands were shaking. Her eyes were red from tears, wondering if she should brave the step away from her room, the room now spilled with blood, the room with the finger prints of crimson on the wall. The room that seemed to hold all her pains, but proved to be the only security. Her thigh was bleeding, and knife clutched tight in her right hand. Her hand was shaking so violently it hit the wall next to her with the bloodied blade. Her left hand shook as she stepped away, and closed the door, locked it, and threw the blade. It hit the mirror in her room, shattering it and sending glass onto the brown-crimson carpet. She screamed out and hit her fists hard against the floor, glass pricking into the sides. She didn't care. She wouldn't. Never. Never again.

"He's dead! They left me! They won't talk! They'll betray me! No one cares!" she turned her head up to the ceiling, crying out again, "Why!? What have I done!? What has my brother done!? What has Matt done!? Why can't anyone see me!? Why am I still here!? For a door mat!? For people to beat me!? For people to burn me alive!? What is it I'm here for!?" tears choked her and she rested her head on her fists, her long red hair falling around her. She spoke again, but in a whisper, "Why won't you comfort me? Why won't you speak?"

The silence of the room choked her, the tears blending with the blood coming from her cheek, the side she had cut open.

"I'm alone...and there's no one here to care.."

The world hates me. The world hates me for my caring. For my love towards others even if I can't feel it when it's returned. It's taking everyone from me..cuz I don't want to fight..I don't want to hurt those who murdered my soul. The world hates me, and will take everything again. And I’m going to be alone again.

"Don't forget me..please.." she whispers to no one. "Please..don't forget me..I know you'll be next..don't forget me.." She turned and lay on her side, the broken glass bitting her skin. She didn't move. She closed her eyes and took a breath, speaking to God once more. If He was even listening. "You know..the hardest thing about breathing..is that you have a choice." then she stopped breathing, and there was no one there to know. There was no one who would know the girl who stopped her own breathing. There was no one to hold her body as she fell limp. There was no one to hold her close and kiss her cheeks, and close her eyes as she slipped away. As she walked away from the world that hated her.

But that's okay.

She never wanted the world anyways.

All she wanted was you.