A gun to a chest,
a sad start.
for when the trigger was pulled,
it was now a truly shattered heart.
a razor to the wrist,
after life twisted and twirled.
now there was truly,
a sadly scarred world.
blistered fingertips,
hands burned as they pleased,
the mind fluttered to thoughts of death,
leaving bitter thoughts teased.
feet cut and bled,
from walking upon glass.
everyone adored her,
thinking she was from a higher class.
the truth was,
she saw everything bitterly in her head,
she bled from the heart,
looked at herself in the mirror through blood shot eyes,
thinking herself better off dead.
