Stains and Stories

Sad Girl

You punctured my heart and left me to die,

I sit in a dark room and wonder why,

Gasping for air with every step

And then you ask why I lost my pep,

Should you ever know how it is to live without a heart ,

It was your razorblade words that tore it apart ,

Yet, you can't see what you created- art ,

Scribbling down sentences to show how I feel,

Nothing I write can help me heal,

The mirror reflects an agony that shall never fade ,

I am trapped in a mess under the shade ,

Duct taping pieces that hardly fit into place,

Making sure to leave no trace,

At a quick pace , my fingers missed

A piece fell and then , my wrists were kissed

Shades of red along with black gracefully fled,

The way this day came to an end , I'd rather be dead

A/N : This is not about suicide, but about a sad girl