As She Drifts....

As she drifts away she feels the
pain,

It takes away the stressful day,

She feels the sharp edge of the

Blade and feels the puddle

Dripping down her leg,

Mixed with that a single drop

Of a shedded tear of the heart

As if it were like a peice of glass,

Piece shattered,

So much pain,

She couldn\'t take much more,

And that lownly heart,

Soon will stop,

As the blood drips faster,

As her eyes grow weaker,

And as her heart beats slower,

Falling apon the wooden floor.

Looking at the puddled blood on her wrist, thats not enough to end this,

The blade close by,

She wants to die,

She takes the blade and cuts agian,

and she feels the sharp pain,

It feels so good,

for the day she had sucked so bad,

She regrets living,

as this solves everything,

her head gets weak and she feels dizzy,

her eyes grow heavy,

and her broken heart stopped,

so do her troubled thoughts,

As she goes to internal rest.......