[ WP ] One last time

The world spins around me, stirring up the sludge that's already fighting its way up from my messed-up guts. The blood spills out of my mouth before colliding and combining with the tears that freefall from my eyes, putting a soft-focus on the hard situation, and interrupting the silent goodbyes that tumble out of me. 
 
 Through the haze, she's walking away. She's crying, too. But her father's ignoring her anguish and dragging her away by the arm. Three years, surveying her beauty day after day, and it all ends like this. She was the one thing I loved, the one thing of mine I tried to keep safe and sane in this world of misery. But I'm guessing she was never really mine anyway.
