You sit on your bed,
Watching yourself in the mirror,
Counting your flaws.
You're beautiful
You take the razor that you had hidden,
And place it to your wrist.
Please.. Don't.... You're beautiful
You cut,
A red liquid bubbling to the surface.
But you feel nothing..
Stop! Please!!
Anger and sadness dwells inside,
With each cut..
They grow.
Don't do this to yourself!!
Suddenly..
A sharp pain from your wrist
Awakens you from your clouded mind.
Why....?
The crimson pools out like water..
What have you done...?
Blackness clouded your vision,
And your heartbeat
Stands still...
Why.....?
She was so beautiful......
