MeggieMiss

The tears that pour down my cheeks are hot, like small flames flickering as they drip off my chin. I cannot see, my eyes only show me a dim outline of what is really there. Ringing, I hear nothing, but ringing as I cringe at the pain caused by my head throbbing violently. I cannot seem to breath, my lungs must be gone because I am not able to draw breath. My hands shake. I now find it hard to keep a grip onto the cold, smooth object in my palm. No, not object, salvation. What I am holding now is my salvation. Cold, smooth salvation against my wrist. No, not wrist, legacy. The countless scares imbedded in my flesh form my legacy. No, n