The crimson rivers trickle down her arms. The beautiful little girl has gotten a taste of the real world. She wishes she could be perfect, not a care in the world but she knows once the blood stops she'll feel the pain again. The numbness is the only thing keeping her alive at the moment. The rusty knife will keep the blood running and her scars will never fully heal they will be reopened many more times; she can't help that she's imperfect only that her tears will be hidden. She is broken and has no one tpp look up to. The only one is too busy, he'd rather be getting some slut than to see if 'his girl' is okay. She isn't. He has no idea what shes going through because of him, all the pain and suffering that''s spilling onto the bathroom tiles, every drop is because of him. And he doesn't know nor care enough to ask the simple question of why. He should know that he spills her precious life everytime he walks away in anger and that what he does will end....along with her life. This beautiful tragedy is me. Well it was before I passed.
