Stolen by the Blade

The dripping of blood stolen by the blade

Tears streaming down her cheeks and rolling off her face

Flesh splitting open with just one slice

"Next time," she cries, "next time will be the last time."

But the truth is she doesn't really want to die

She just can't stand to live with the pain that she's in

The pain, the torture that only she can end

The next time she presses down even harder, heart beating fast

She counts down from ten and pulls the blade across her skin

The world around her growing dim

If only they would've cared

If only someone had been there

The reality of it all is sad to say the least

But the girl left there to bleed would surely disagree

She got exactly what she wanted - the end to her constant grief

Darkness destroyed by darkness, a soul at last put to peace...