Crimson Cure

Condemned Girl,
Isolated
In this world,
Feeling so frightened
And so alone,

Pain sears through her throbbing wrists,
Blood floods shallow slits,
And, yet again, she missed.

There's so much she has to say,
But she won't find her voice.
Suffocating within a crowd,
Does she have a choice?

Emptiness is leaving her numb,
Loneliness; bleeding her dry,
Somebody save this pitiful life...
Is it enough to die?

She's just a shell, merely a clone,
Not even a person, just flesh, skin and bone,
You wouldn't miss her if she was gone,

She craves and yearns for the pleasure of pain,
Her soul is tortured, tainted and stained,
But... 'Anything' to feel 'Something' again...