Blood dripping down her wrists,
What did I do to deserve this?
She sobs silently to herself,
Why am I living in this cruel hell?
Wanted to breathe and live again,
So when is this going to end?
Uncertain about this fate,
Am I really so full of hate?
Her arm is stinging, burning now.
Is this really my final bow?
She falls to the floor.
One...two...three...four...?
