Over

She sits in the dark, wondering what the hell went wrong, she silently screams for a cure to the pain. The emptyness is to heavy for her too take. She wonders why nobody is listening. What does she have to do to make these feelings go away? So she cuts away the pain and sighs a temporary release. As she sits in the dark blood dripping from her arm, the anxiety kicks in that it's not over, it's never gonna be over. She fights these feelings, she tries to open her mind that there's something better, that she has purpose, but the feelings taking over, she's screaming on the inside. She needs a release, she needs to know she's still breathing. So she cuts away the pain, but the feelings still there, she don't know what else to do, she grabs the revolver, And with a click, click, boom. It's finally over.