Another cut

Another cut on her wrist, is all that it would take. most of this wouldnt have happen if her heart did not break.

she walks all a lone all ways in a stare. and she passes the people who she thought had cared.

no one is there for her. no one tries to love her. so she sits a lone only to wonder.

why is she living? why isnt she dead? the life shes living is terrible, what more could be said?

she drownds herself in tears, and makes her little wrists bleed. this is her life, one that she knows should not proceed.