He's Gone

Cut and Bleeding
There on the Floor
Remembering Him
Walking out the Door
~She made another mark~
As she Remembered him Yelling
He told her it was all her Fault
~She made another mark~
Because she Believed him
Looking at the Razor in her hand
~She made on final mark~
Ending the battle, Lost
Nothing was her Fault anymore
*For She Was Gone*