I wasn't feeling anything when I wrote this. I wasn't happy nor depressed. It just came to my mind.
In the stillness night she sits
on the floor thinking about all the
pain he cause her. While the tears
come down her cheeks soaking
the blade she has in her hands, she cuts
slowly her wrist. She sees him in
her mind not caring at all. Her soft
light skin is so perfect for this
blade. Blood runs through out
her arms and down her elbow, it
drips on the floor.
She doesn't feel the pain anymore. It
feels so good. Her wrist is numb
for it has been with cuts so many times.
This is all his fault. He cause this
pain inside of her. She's breathless, in
agony this life she has to live,
knowing that his love for her is nothing.
It never has been and never will.
She keeps crying and looks down at her
arm. She sees carved deep in her
skin the words “I love You” that she wrote
with the blade. Now she lays on the floor