Gone </3

Death upon your rose red lips,

crimson tears run down your wrists.

the pain intolerable.

the life unseen

for bidden words left unsaid,

the deed is done,

her blood to be shun.

suicide her only fate,

the time, the date,

all a guessing game.

the day came,

she couldn't hold on any longer.

the pain so intense,

the thought on her mind; let go.

feeling the cold razor blade beneath her skin,

sinking deeply, watching the blood stream down her wrists.

gasping for air, and laughing as her soul slowly disappeared.

quickly she wrote on the mirror " i tried to call Ryley, but.."

her heart beat grew faint..

[gone]