She Was Gone

many times have i always gone to a tree, sadly, gloom, with a razor by my side, and slicing my thighs and wrist.

Even when the young girl against a gloom leafless tree , sat alone, she felt as if her heart was pumping blood out into the fields, but when she became older, and started realizing things that she never wanted to know her heart tore from the pain, and the only answer was her razor. people would see and notice her tears running down her faded colored cheeks, and attacking the ground, people would notice how she would cry and yell, and shriek at the top of her lungs but they would just walk away. no body , would stop by and ask why is the girl crying, no one would wonder why she was hurting, and if they did they would keep quiet about it, as if they didn't notice anything odd, and maybe that was the problem, she probably wanted someone to just come and hug her and say she is fine, but even then no one showed their sympathy for her. the only problem is everyone seemed to care but didn't show they cared. the young girl had notice everything, she decided to abandon the leafless tree. her heart was no longer a heart pumping out blood, now she was souless, and her mind was driving her out of her mind. while everyone was wondering where she had gone, 
She Was Gone.