Solitude. [ a.b.c poem]

Abrasion covered her thin pale arms,
Blatantly hidden by thick bracelets and charms,
Cosmetics faded each self sculptured scar,
Devil on her shoulder, He pushed her way to far.
Ecstatic and high, she watched the blood galore,
Grazing the wall as she stumbled to the floor,
Hastily grabbing the knife as she fell,
Ignoring the sweet angel, Devils showing her his hell.
Jealousy filled her soul, mind and eyes,
Knife against her broken heart tortured by his lies.
Love was just a fairytale deep within her fantasy,
Mascara dripping constantly, Her perfect life's not meant to be.
Naive and gullible she slipped into his leery trap,
Oblivious to the danger signs, theres now no turning back.
Patiently waiting on the stone doorstep of death,
Risk another broken heart? She'd rather her last breath.
Shameful tears caress her face, strolling down each cheek,
"Toughen up!" she tells herself, self pity's for the weak.
Unable to end it, she clutches to her sacred knife,
Vengeful and bitter to wards the man who ruined her life.
Wearied and shattered she shuts her aching eyes,
Yet no one will ever hear her silenced cries.
Zero memories worth having ; And a life of solitude.

[Thought I'd try one of these, not so great ¬.¬]