Ready to try that idea in her
Head for the longest time
Would it help the pain
Would it take it away, trying
So hard not to cry, visions of her
wrist and the blood that will
soon spill out. She wants so bad
to put that blade to the test
is it as good as it looks to her.
Is it her way out her way
To feel. She lost her self inside
When she believed she wanted
To try, with nothing inside she looks at the
Blade wanting more and more to
Cry, she picks is up and with a gentle
Push it slides nothing comes out
So she tried again pushing much harder
This time, the blood it rushes out all
over the place she cut to deep and is
bleeding and starting to feel more weak
her eyes are closed she drops the blade then
falls to the floor that was black as night and
red is the only color anyone can see.
