That Empty Wall

That Empty Wall

A tortured scream in the dark, cries out in agony. A heart beats wildly in perfect rhythm to the tears. I began scratching at my arms to feel pain, somewhere, anywhere other than my heart. Numbingly I cry out “Dear god why can he not be mine?”! Anger wells up, pushing through my limbs. A scream does not relieve this anger. A slit wrist will not relieve this pain. Ferociously I grab at a picture of my own face, throwing it across the room, shattering the glass. Horrified! I see more of that same face. One by one they are torn from the wall crashing to the cold ground, leaving that wall bare and empty. I feel it is only right to show my heart it’s not alone.