Writing I'm All Ready [M -- V]

[Raiha]

[FONT=Times New Roman][COLOR=DarkOrchid][center]There was a young girl with brown eyes,
Her hair was cut very short against the fevers that would take her,
Her fingers and hands were small but pretty,
Her skin was cool to the touch and then hot,
Her body was slender but her hips curved,
And her mind was her greatest treasure curse.

She saw many things in her life,
And she had seen many people desert her when they said otherwise,
And she had seen lies become truth,
But even so she was quiet and alone in her life,
Because nobody could know what troubles her because she would not say,
Be that as it may I will tell you now what happened.

There was a young girl with a curse,
All that she felt was all that others feel,
But she felt their thoughts as well as their emotions,
Because of that she isolated herself,
And she even detached herself from the real world,
And made her own to withdraw into.

There it was quiet and cold and still,
No voices came out to taunt her or mock her,
No thoughts came striking through to blind her,
But she was still very lonely and did not know others,
At one time she did but she set that aside,
And he secretly resented her for that.

That she could completely resist everything or at least try,
But memories haunted her because they are not emotions,
And they were nobodies but her own,
And nobody could know the secret pains,
The secret wishes that were never brought past her lips,
The secret longings she tried so hard to forget.

This girl remembered everything,
All the ways she felt about one man,
All the ways her thoughts would turn to him,
Even after he had put her side and she tried to forget him,
When she found herself dreaming of him,
She knew that she would have to forget forever.

Withdrawing was not enough for her,
So one night she held her head still,
Then drew her knife and tilted her head to one side,
She placed the edge to her throat,
And jerked her head to the other side,
It was quick for her in some ways but eternity in others.

In the dying light and the dying soul,
Someone felt her fade away,
Just as his love for her had faded as well,
And this girl who had tried so hard to banish all memory,
Had even defeated herself for its sake,
And now she rests in her own blood and will never remember again.

There is no more to wonder about,
No more for the young girl who is now old,
And even so she is happy where she is if you could even call it that,
For she is even now still and quiet and calm,
But she won't go back to the withdrawing world she made,
And that exists still and waits for someone new to inhabit it.

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So my boyfriend has set me aside, and I wrote this to remind myself of what I won't be doing. It's a tragedy for me, but there's no turning it aside. He said he loved me once. But now...all I have left is the written word, because he won't let me speak to him and I don't want to hear his voice with mine.[/COLOR][/FONT]

[2010DigitalBoy]

Hm, I found that quite interesting. Y'know, in my recent time exploring the internet and doing a lot of reading, I've found that everywhere I turn is a person depressed for my reasons exactly and I can never help why if everyone feels it, no one knows, and this poem/story returned me to those thoughts.

I liked the sty;e, as it was set up like a poem, though it came across more as a short story, mixing them together interestingly.