Poem

And as she layed in her bed,
her heart cried but no tears were shed.
She took a deep breath and looked at the ceiling, trying to find just one single feeling.
Her reason to feel was no longer here, and she felt empty, numb, ready to kill.
Ready to kill the happiness and joy, that were left by one single boy.
Disgusting faith, horrible life, her hand held up a cold, sharp knife.
Piercing through the skin, flesh and bone, the blade sunk in her heart alone.
It hurt, oh it hurt so bad, but not as close as the pain that drived her mad.
Bittersweet smile spread on her lips, and the blood already came all the way down to her hips.
Goodbye strangers, goodbye friends, I hope your lives have happy ends. Goodbye dear, more hurtful than the knife, I hope you find the love of your life.
She spoke, but no words were heard, a sad song was sung by a black bird.
Sun has set, her soul and death have already met.
Now there's only left blood and gore, and the black bird shall sing forevermore.