She never had a heart

Black lace that touches the bed adn floor, blood is on the knob of her door.

hands are cold and skin darkened gray, she was sick of the pain she had to end it some way.

a razor like knife, a shotgun thats loaded, her life was over it's been decoded.

she feels for no one she's been torn apart, she's been battered and beaten she's never had a heart.

not done yet...i'll add some more later on...♥