You traced fingers in her skin
printing your name in every inch oh her neck,
And every time you wrapped your arms around her
Alluring her body, She felt safe in your arms;
Your love was her home, The home she never had.

She looked out the window,
She's having second thoughts,
Should she do it or not?
Dark bags under her bloodshot eyes,
The colors of her wrists,
She's her wrist as papers
While using the razor as pen,
The ink is always red.
The feeling ''pain'' is her only friend.
her shred to pieces beating heart.
She has lost how many times,
Holding the gun aiming at her head,
Saying Goodbye. Darkness fell, while she ran to death
like an old friend