Cutting

A bloody knife,
that cuts through skin.
Wishing now,
that death will win.

Hoping and praying,
that life would go.
Hiding my cuts,
my feelings won't show.

A painful death,
with blood and gore.
It was my soul,
that everyone tore.

A lonely heart,
that holds her pain.
Bottled inside,
her life was plain.

Heavy eyes,
that hold her tears.
Filled with lies,
and all her fears.

As she drifts away,
She thinks of her life.
and of how happy she was,
to have died by a knife.