Bleak

Walking in the rain, numb to the world, she cries.
As she cries no one can tell.
She is happy no one sees her pain in her heart.
The rain creates a blanket surrounding her, soaking her to the bone.
A glimpse of something silvery shown through the murky water of the puddle ahead.
She reaches down and pulls out a razor blade.

A quiet salvation answered
The pale skin is broken
Coloring the street crimson.

She falls to her knees drunk with pain.
She screams till her voice gives out.
She exhales her last cry and stops breathing, her heart stops beating, her pale skin around her wrists still bleakly bleeding.

* this is what it is like on the inside of my dreams... wishing for salvation of a broken heart. *