Dark Night

Its a dark rainy nite..her room is filled with frite..the lighting strikes and the thunder rolls..as her cold empty soul sits alone in the corner with blood dripping from her wrist..as everything starts to turn to a myst..shes sick of being alone...and as she makes a deep cut, she screams out a scary moun..shes in enough pain how can she be in anymore..she wants to leave and heads for the door..the door to heaven..she feels this is the rite choice to do after she cut her seven...the seven slits on her wrist just keep getting deeper..the more she is hurt..as the thunder gets softer..and lighting gets dimmer..she relises this is the end..shes slowly slipping away, and softly says her last words....