Tears form behind her dark brown eyes,
Sweet angels begin to cry.
Her towels are stained crimson red,
too many lies have been said.
No truth is hidden in her soul,
Life has taken it's horrible toll.
She is beginning to feel weak,
All the hope she tries to seek.
She feels so torn,
She knows nobody will mourn.
She finds it hard to survive,
For, she no longer wishes to be alive,
and with one last scar on her torn up wrist,
Death takes it's final kiss.
