Forget Her

Do you see that little girl, hiding in the corner of that wall? She's scribbling down her emotions into that pad paper, her tears are well kept her hands are shaking. The sweat drips down her lips, it's almost impossible to differentiate the taste of saline sweat and the sweet blood. Do you see the tear stain on her notebook paper? Do you see the scars on her wrist? Do you see the tortured soul inside? Do you see the lost little girl trying to burst out of her heart? Listen, you can hear the scream. That girl is the mother of death, the bearer of pain, the consumer of darkness. She's drowning in her own blood.
When you see her chest ripped open, don't be afraid. That little girl just wants to come out and play.
But when you see her jumping off the balcony, walk away and let her be. Forget every bit of her, forget her very existence. Let her die, let her drown.