Ready - Set - Gone

Stop touching me, stop talking to me, stop caring about me. But you will never do that will you? When you can't stop I have to make you stop. But how? I'm jumping back to the only solution I know. I want to disappear, never to be found. I can see the place; it's dark, far into the woods. Tall dark trees is surronding the area. In the middle, a deep black lake. That is my final destination.

My dress is white. This is the only thing I am wearing, exept for the necklace, the golden necklace with a ring and a cross. My body is cut, partely from the walk where the trees and the bushes got hold of me, and partely by the knife now lying in my white cold, hand. An empty bottle lies close by next to packets that used to contain pills.

Invisible, just a shadow of myself. Don't want to be seen, don't want to be heard. Scared to love, I will get hurt. Scared of being loved, I will hurt someone else.

I want him, I don't want him, but I don't know who he or the other one is.

Just a shadow passing through if I was invisible.