Portrait in suicide

by MorbidCupcake   Jun 5, 2008


Applying more and more pressure to the veins
She stares into space
She can't see a thing
Not the pin in her hand
Or the redness surrounding

Every close mouth
Every secret kept
No questions were asked
As she wept

Eyes so wide, but so dry
Invisible, everything unseen
She has become a zombie
A girl with more beneath the surface
She'll never feel alive
You can't blame yourself
For why she tries bleeding herself dry

You saw the evidence there
You never cared the first time
During her first cry

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