All for Love

She looked into the mirror, tears running down her rosy tinted cheeks. She
Looked down at the razor in her right hand.
All she could think about is how he didn'tâ??t care, how she loved him and he played her.
The poor girlâ??s heart shattered into millions of pieces.
The razor could end it all. Two slits deeply engraved into her wrists would the pain and tears disappear.
She looked back up in the mirror, seeing the pain in her eyes. Watching the tears being cried.
He dodosen't?t love me.
Why would he care?
The thoughts racing through her mind.
She took the razor and deeply slit her wrist, letting it all go.
She hit the ground in a puddle of her blood.
Resting in peace.
Her heart now whole,
Her pain all gone.
Her tears all dried.
All for a boy she took her precious life.