Left There To BleedA Story by Asilema trajedy.In the beginning, I wasn’t happy. I was alone. I was
desperately trying to hang onto something that was so smooth, so soft that I
could never feel my fingertips grab onto what made me happy, what made me feel
like I belonged. Though when I finally did manage to
grasp an edge, I had begun to truly feel happy, loved. I wake up every morning
without argument, eager to get away from my nightmares. The darkness I bury
myself to escape my life. I was eager to get to that happiness. And because I am selfish, I gripped
the edge tighter, taking too much of something that I had never even dreamed,
let alone thought, would hurt me, slash a tear in my heart’s thin and feeble
skin, to make me bleed. I had taken hold of the edge, never
thinking about the sharp ridges that could hurt me. I had gripped it with all
the little I had left in me, trusting my instincts to catch myself before I
fall. The edges cut through the skin of my
fingers, making me bleed and cry out in pain. Hoping without thinking that
someone would save me, be at the bottom to catch me at the end of my terrifying
fall. But no one did catch me. I landed at
the bottom alone, and unloved, left there to bleed. © 2012 AsilemAuthor's Note
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