Folded Bloody Heart.

Knowing of what could never work,
hurts her more and more.
The pain running through,
no longer can she endure.

It's pulling her and she's breaking,
and she's torn apart, in two.
You don't even care she's hurt,
as long as it's not you.

Like a song you never wrote,
or a story left untold.
You never even loved her,
her heart's creasing to a fold.

She sighs again and cries a tear,
and takes out her newly sharpened knife.
She sees the river of blood run down,
and slowly ends her life.