Her Story.. xx

There was a young girl,
Who ran away from her fears.
She cut her wrists,
And bled her tears.

Her life was a story,
Where she hoped she would die.
She loved a boy,
Who would cheat and lie.

Her life was in danger,
Of severe self destruct.
Keep those blades away from wrists,
It could help her enough.

Ruined from loyalty, trust and hate
She thought, Killing herself,
Was her only escape.

But in the further future..

She wore a beautiful gown,
Of a flowery white.
She had some children,
And was a beautiful wife.

Her happy ending,
Became her life to be.
She stop cutting herself,
And thought of her future reality.