She no longer exists...

She hurts herself to be with him once more,
Her blood spreads across the bathroom floor,
She sees the light and he at the end,
Her broken heart he would mend...

But as she reaches for his hand,
She's pulled back into her body,
She had it all planned,
But it was ruined,
And her savior, she wants to disembody...
He didn't save her,
He pulled her away from the cure,
An unwanted detour,
A hatred for him, with an evil, most pure!

She will try again,
Filling a glass with water,
She awaits the bottle of pills to dissolve,
The next person who tries to save her, she will slaughter.
She sculls the drink and feels as if she's been strangled by chains...
Slowly passing on she thinks to herself, I should have used the revolver.

Again she reaches out for him,
But he is not there to reach back,
A discovery for her most grim,
All around her it becomes black...

Maybe she was not meant to die,
Maybe she was a beginner emo, an amateur,
But instead she let the shadows consume her,
Never again to love, live, laugh, and cry...

A story about a girl who didn't know what she had and died for someone who deserted her, and now she doesn't exist.