Suicidal

This is a sensory poem so its kind of bad; this is my first of this type (PLEASE RATE)

A girl sitting on the side of her bed. her tears flowing from her shattered soul. Her light brown her wisped over her pale, tear streaked, face.

Her hushed whimpers escaping from her closed mouth, the gentle splatter of her tears as they hit the sheets. Her whispers as she melodically recites, What did I do? Her screams stretching over the miles as she closes her eyes.

The distinct aroma of blood perfuming the air as she slits her wrist and screams. The smell of blood gushing into the air as it gushes from her wrist.

The dreadful taste of salty, dry, tears as she sobs away her pain. The repulsive flavor of blood as she puts her lips to her wrist, she never meant to become suicidal.

Tears running down her cheeks nothing left to do but to hold her broken, bloody, slick wrist. Uncontrollable hurt gushing from her wrist like a tsunami of throbbing pain. Her hair across her face, fixed down and drenched by her tears.

She is ALONE, She is in you