As she closes in, I feel the panic rush through me.
The look of rage on her face puts my petrified one to shame.
I feel something strike my body, my legs, my head.
Then, the sting comes again.
How painful.

As her eyes meet mine, I feel the disappointment rush through her.
I sit just far away enough that she can't reach me.
The disgraceful child I am, just out of her cold grasp.
Then, the self-hate comes again.
How sorrowful.

As I smile into my window to the outside world, I feel it's curtains slip from my hands.
She seems pleased with herself, taking my escape away.
She smiles, the most genuine I've ever seen it.
Then, the loneliness comes again.
How mournful.

As I finally feel pride in my own perseverance, I feel her swiping hands take it away.
My hard work in the academic sense, simply useless.
I should listen to her, as I'd only fail if I kept going.
Then, the doubt comes again.
How helpful.

As I try to block out the noise, I hear he echoing screams fill the room.
It seems as if the noises escaping her mouth never end.
My head pounds, hurting from the high decibel levels filling my entire mind.
Then, the pain comes again.
How awful.

As the blade slices through my slender wrist, a numb sensation coats my whole body.
It won't matter in a little while, but the high now is worth what comes later.
Until I realize my depressing error; I've let them down.
Then the regret comes again.
How pitiful.

~Aly