Last Final Tear

Open cuts and deadly scars,
Lay on her wrists and arms,
"I'm having a bad day ", she says
About her self-harm.

Open wounds and terrifying stories,
Now cover her broken heart,
Everyone she's ever loved,
Has willingly tore it apart.

Red blood stains,
Are traced down her pale face,
Showing her bleeding heart,
As it's beat loses it's final race.

"Don't go!" she says,
"Please don't leave me here!"
And as she takes her last breath and dies,
Down her face travels her last final tear...

~Madison Leigh~ June 23rd 2005

*This poem is fiction...nothing about it is true