As the blood trickles down she stands there frowning not knowing what she did because her body has turned so numb.
She crys not because of the pain but because of who she has become because who she is now hates who she was.
Hiding everything because she had no one to trust because no one was there and no one even cared.
Five minutes passed as the time strikes on. She wishes she didn't do it but she just wasn't strong.
Another tear falls as she traces the blood around her wound hoping, wishing, praying for it to be over soon.
And as her eyes close she lets out a final cry lying in her own cold blood regretting every wanting to die
