The death of her

by halie   Jan 15, 2008


She lyes awake looking at the scars,
the scars that prove her love for him,
the dripping blood scares her best friend
as she tries to stop her

it's no use thought,
she's determined to find his love,
no matter what she has to put herself through

she knows this will be her last night,
thinking of his love,
as she cuts the last time,
as she takes her last breath,
she whispers I'll always love him

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