You look at her
she turns away
for she knows the truth
you tried to hide it but shes heard
u can try to deny
but she knows.....
she knows you cheated
you know you lied
and you know you f**ked up
when you see her cry!
hiding the pain
holding back the tears
runs into her room
w/ all the precious tools
not 1 as dull as another
some stained with blood
what a relief
sensations running through her body
closes her eyes removes the tool
as blood begins to drain from the slice
she wonders is this all too soon?
