The |ast cut...

There will be no rain today because that little girl cried it all away, her tears were stinging her eyes and as they fell to the bathroom floor they mixed with the blood she had bled from her wrists, the deep cuts spurted the crimson color out of her veins like water from a tap...

This is how she chose to leave the world, cold and alone her life was a misery, full of dramas...

The people she left behind were so sad, they just wanted to be with her, but they knew that wasn't possible.

It was her last cut that she would make, the one that would end her life and send her to another one.

Maybe if they didn't torment her then she may still be here with us today...

If only depression didn't exist...
If 0n|y.