Bleeding Soul

Her tears have stained
her blood has run
her wrists are slashed
the pain has only just begun

the tormenting voices
inside of her head
tell her keep cutting
because shes better off dead

no matter how hard she tries
the blade still reaches her skin
slowly the blood starts running
but it stops the pain from within

she hopes shell get the courage
to one day take control
but until that very day
shes nothing but a bleeding soul

~sorry if its a bit too depressing but thats just how i felt when i wrote it, leave a comment and let me know what you think~