Why did she do it?

Was there point

Or was that it?

There was none.

Her eyes are dry

The blade bites into skin

The blood flow, it begins

Stars are flying around

She doesn't notice

Fingers like ice


Into hard fists

She no longer cares

She has no mind

She only does this to


She wants to feel again

Her heart thumps slower

Broken and sad

No longer wanting

To go on with this pitiful existence

Her. Heart. Beat.


The End

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