Crimson

The crimson tears fall upon the ground
Drenching her blouse with blood
The memories she has found
Have created the tears to flood

She looks upon the knife
Silently sitting on her leg
Stained with strife
Her death will be without segue

It will not be short
And it will hurt
Soon it's her life
She will abort

She takes the knife
Arms length away
She will take her life
The world will pay

She trust it at her chest
Hitting her heart
Now she can finally rest
For this was her fresh start