The Sord of Life

She's confused.

She wants to move on,

but she cant let him go.

Shes lost an important thing in life,

her spirit and smile.

He has someone new,

so all she can do is cry.

Shes happy for them,

but at the same time angry.

So she takes the blade to her arm,

slowly she puts pressure and slides it across her skin.

She begins to bleed,

but finds satisfaction.

She looks down at the blood on the floor and on her arm,

and asks herself,

'Is this what love is going to do to me the rest of my life?'

Soon after she realized it wasn't love that did it to her.

It was a broken heart,

forever punctured by the sword of life.

By: Tristan Haas