Cut, Thought, Dead.

She grabbed the knife
Caressed it on her wrist
Held it in her hands
Gripped it tight,so much sharper
Than a blade

Feeling blood rush,through her veins
Taking a deep breath
As she slowly carved
Into her skin

The thoughts,began to flow
His Image,began to form
The blood starts to drip
Tears;not yet fallen
But her heart amiss

He was suppose to be her hero
He was suppose to save her

Show her she's worth living
Instead he got her bleeding
Tell her she's worth breathing
Instead he said I'm leaving

She leans against the wall now
Creating a new line
&&dreaming of a new life
One she'll get
As she dies

All this for a guy
Who once said
I thought you were worth the fight.