The Closet

Run down the hall
pass the closet door
into her room
her heart broken and torn

The walls taunting her
laughing at her pain
her tears start to shed
like a racing train

The pain didn't stop
what could she do?
wait till he caught on
or to understand you?

Picking up a razor
the blade teasing her
the tears turned red
on the floor her head

Her broken smile
tear stained face
clothes covered in blood
her heart in a race

Run down the hall
pass the closet door
into her room
she is no more