hair covering her eyes,
smears down her cheeks,
crying to the sound,
of her once unbroken heart,
sitting in her room,
deciding what to do,
decisions, decisions,
what should i do?
questions she asks,
ones shes never heard before,
not when she was with him,
the guy of her dreams,
she was with him and he left,
she finds no reason,
to live any longer,
she sits in the dark,
on the floor of her room,
her music turned up loud,
door locked, no one can interupt,
pocket knife in hand,
rocking back and forth,
tears streaming down her face,
hair covering her eyes,
slowly, so she can feel the pain,
she slits, one slit, two slits,
deeper and deeper,
all the while, chanting,
that he had never loved her,
that she hated him,
when she was with him,
she never thought bad,
now thats all thats in her head,
hair covering her eyes,
new slits along her wrists,
tear smudges on her cheeks,
because of this one guy,
she does what she does.

 
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