Slowly leaving

Lost hate, dieing no fate. Cold depressed filled with stress, this is called heart ache and nothing less. Lonely nights, crying tears, holding back fears, she has been like this for years. Never the same, gaining pain, broken from shame she takes the blame she is so plain. No love no life, she holds a knife, brings it to her wrist and makes a perfect slit. She wants it all to be over, its taking over her, she is growing older. She screams from pain its holding her down like a thick chain. She wants to go away and never come back before its to late cut her some slack.