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Chaos

Despite from all the chaos,
within distance from anything possible
instead of breathing she started to scream.
At around ten-thirty she stopped,
she looked around
in front of her were yellow-like flowers on top dark green grass.
Above her were the stars, blocked by the clouds.
Until now she still doesn't understand,
In spite of all of the consequences.
Onto the pavement she walks again
Because of the distance, she remembers that
throughout her mind she'll go to the chaos.
Without being underneath the stars, blocked by the clouds, or the yellow-like flowers on top of the dark green grass.
No, Chaos will be the only thing left in her mind.
She looks at her arm
The slashes that made her felt welcomed
The slashes that made her think that it could work.
From the chaos to the incompleteness that was in her.
She felt like a nobody
She felt like dying
She felt like she was no use to anybody.
To when It came to the point where she should make them last
She went into her house, where the chaos started.
She walked up the steps of disappointment, in security,
Into her room, she goes to her closet.
Its the only place she can be herself
She finds what she's familiar with
The only thing she could use.
The marks on her arm that let her who she was.
A person that couldn't control herself
She starts to cry
Looks into the moonlight of which the stars started to shine
She wishes that chaos was the only thing that could go away.
She lets her arm go
Her floor started to stain
She lies on the hardest floor ever imagined.
She only thought of why she did it
Why she wanted to
What came to it?
And why she came back into the house.
She doesn't even know
She knew what she was doing to herself
She knew how bad it was
All because a little chaos came to her
The little bit of chaos that she couldn't controlled.
To the point the slashes she knew would become lovely scars
That would haunt her to do more.

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