She was broken,
Hurted,
Used.
She was making thin straight lines
On her white skin.
Watching the small blood drips
Travelling on her skin.
She was relifed of the pain,
The stress,
Of everything.
'Just one cut, down the road,
And everything will be done.'
She whisperd to herself
She took s deep breath,
Going down the road,
With her sharp, shiny friend.
She was done.
She was looking at the blood pouring out.
'Everything is going to be fine, now.'
Those were her last words,
Before she went intro the darkness..
