Not titled.But goodnsad

She walks up the stairs and closes her door,
Alone is what she is but hates to be.
She doesnt understand why he had to be sore,
Maybe it would take her a while to see,
she crashes into her bed
and trys to think of how good this could be
But all she can hear is all the things he has said,
\"Dont cry\" she tells her self,but doesnt succeed,
she looks around her room and sees the memories
Him kissing her over there
Them fighting by the window and hitting the trees.
When they were together they never had a moment to spare,
She looks at her mirror and sees her pictures
In a few they were together she had a sparkle in her eyes.
His smile even looked as if he was happy
Now her eyes hurt from trying not to cry,
The warm tears are so near
She sees the knife on her desk
She holds it trying to hear,
\"Maybe\" She tells her self,
She cuts her wrist oh so deep
and as the boold gushes from her the phone begins to ring.
she has no strength and gives up she beings to weep
as she takes her last breath,\"Its Him\" Her sister rings.