Her Masterpiece

A love so deep, so divine
thrashing at her battered heart
She searches for excuses
Of why her world was torn apart.

Trying to release her pain
Still not knowing how
thinking of that boy she loved
Wishing he could see her now.

Black tears stained her pillow
Scars painted on her skin
Blood red letters streaked the wall
Of the thoughts she held within.

"No more loving, no more pain
Goodbye, it's all his fault."
She stared there at her masterpiece
As her life came to a hault.

Puddles surrounded her bloody face
from the tears she had cried
She lay there looking cold and limp
The knife there by her side.

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i'm not emo. and i'd
never kill myself. i just
kinda had an urge to write
a suicide poem.
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