Fragile and Broken
Dark clothes, hair and nails
Hiding the pain she always feels
Picking up the sharpener
Pulling out the blade
Footsteps are coming toward the door
She drops the blade and lets it slide beneath her foot
Waiting for the click of the door
Hoping whoever it may be does not see
What is truly coming of her
The click doesn't come
The steps were meant for the next door
She bends down grabs the blade
Starts slicing her wrists
Watching the blood pour
Wanting more and more
She just cant wait for the end
Closely coming near
Passing out and hitting the floor
Fragile and Broken
Without anyone there
