Torn

The cutter with the broken heart
feels her skin be torn appart
the tears streaming down her face
she can feel her heart race

crying and laying on the floor
her fallen body, is blocking the door
she watches the blood slowly slip out
then out of no where she begins to shout

mad at the world,mad at her life
so she picks up again, her dear friend the knife
she slices deeper on her wrists and neck
she bleeds on the floor,for she is a wreck

as memories play over in her mind
her depressing thoughts, begin to unwind
her life has been drained out and she cries her final tear

for now she is dead, and has nothing to fear