Freedom

You say you give me an inch and I take a mile but it's not true at all. I have the right to talk to whoever I want so why do you stop me? 

Back when I was little I had all the freedom I want but I never used it. Now when I want it I can never use it. 

If I want to drop by a friends house I need to report their address, phone number, and every form of contact they have. Why do I need your approval to have a step in my life. 

You said I stay inside too much. Well I wonder why. I want a break. I want to have a life. So why do you want to stop me so badly?

Dependant on you

How many times have I stayed up late hoping to catch you online before dozing off. My eyes slowly turning black with exhaustion but I didn't care as long as I got to talk to you. 

I didn't notice you were a poison slowly corrupting my body. Draining my energy, sucking away my soul. Your smiles used to give me energy and happiness slowly turned to droopy-eyed slumber. 

The mornings were harder to wake up every morning and I wished continuously that I never stayed up late. But it was too late to change. Because I was already addicted to you. Because you were my drug. 

And you were slowly killing me from the inside. 

Ribbons of pain

Watching the crimson liquid drip slowly down her fingers intrigued the girl. She smiled through the pain as the wounds became deeper and deeper every time she breathed. 

The sharp weapon lay on the floor near her legs. The metal instrument covered in red splashes as the liquid slowly devoured the knife. The metal stained red as the liquid continued to grow. 

The girl smiled once more and picked up the now red kitchen tool. The knife dripped ribbons of red along like her wrists as it rolled down her white dress like drops of water down a window. 

Her once innocent pure dress now soaked in her own blood. She lay down and lifted her arms above her. Watching the crimson liquid drip from her fingers once more. The way the red ribbons splashed onto her face in a slow manner. 

Then she closed her eyes. 

And never opened them again. 

Because of you

She lay on her bed staring at her phone blankly, her eyes fixed on her screen waiting for it to flash up. Her eyes rimmed with tears, her hands already grey as her tears mixed with mascara. 

Her heart ached every time she talked to him but why couldn't she stop? She cried every time he replied. She wish she never fell so deep. He had loved her once but she pushed him away, afraid to get hurt. She bit her lip as she stopped herself from calling him back. 

He paused and turned around slightly as if he knew what she was thinking. Then he boarded the train into the next life. 

He had moved on and lived a happy life keeping in contact with her every now and then. She hated it, the feeling that burned from her heart to her mind. 

Her wrists dripped red as she cried. The ribbons of crimson wrapping around her as the pain took over the sobbing girl. Not even he could save the girl now.