Story of a lost soul...

A broken heart has fallen apart.
Another tear cried for fear.
Hide from life, cause your afraid of your knife.
A drop of blood shed, one more step closer till your dead.

A heart broken into bits, cries herself asleep tonight. Hiding from what is, she grabs the past that has hurt her so. Puts the sharp blade to her wrist and pulls it back. Blood rushes from the surface as she looks away. Soon realizing what she has done, she gets scared. Says to herself, Oh lord I am sorry for what I have done this day, for all I want is to be better. She locks the door and goes back to her bed. Cries another tear, grabs her phone and slowly pushes 9. Barely able to breathe, shaking she can not control. She then pushes 1... Her finger still in place pushes 1 again. Suddenly her hand drops, the phone hits the floor and the poor soul lost her life... She is dead!