There she sits
alone
holding a small blade
in her hand
her eyes
eyeing it
she slowly lays
the blade
upon her arm
slowly pushing it
against the arm
ripping the skin
she lets out a loud cry
her cry echoes
bllod appearing
she cuts more
the love she had for him
leaves her body
she moves the blade down
to her wrists
slowly sliding it
against the skin
breaking
blood comes out
no cloth
she grips her wrist
for her love
she shows him
how much
she loved him
he finds her
lying upon the floor
dead
tears come to his eyes
falling to his knees
he picks her body up
in his arms
holding her close
feeling no heart beat from her
his own heart breaking
