Sweet Nothings- By Ashley Brown

Sweet nothings,
Whispering in my head...
Soft words,
Of terror and dread.

Taking the blade,
The knife is here.
The voices are harsh-
Their intent becoming clear.

The voices are harsh-
So cruel and cold.
But they are mine,
For no one else to behold.

Tears fall,
Sliding down my face...
Its true now,
Soon I will be leaving this place...

I just wish-
Wish I could tell you goodbye.
How I do love you,
Its for you I now cry.

September 2nd, 2003