Untitled #1-10 short sad poems

She lay among the grass
the moonlight hitting her face
watching the river sparkling
her eyes fell to a dark flow running down her wrists,

the blood touched the water
she once again started crying
she listened to the whispers echoing threw the trees,
she knew she was slowly dieing

cold rushes over her skin
her slaughtered wrists on fire
her eyeliner was faded, and her tear stains finally dried,
being released was her only desire

she closed her eyes
as it started to rain
the last tear glistened down her face,
her last breath was let out, she was finally set free

*umm, a random thought, I'm doing a series of writings 1 threw 10, about suicides..*