Stood 6ft away from the closing door, she fell to her knees as she cried on the floor.
"Why does he not want me anymore? Am I no good? Was I a bore?"
Once the tears stopped evading her bloodshot eyes, she reached into a draw and pulled out a knife.
The same knife she'd been using for many of years to draw pretty little pictures with her blood stained tears.
Patterns of the saddest beauty covered her arms and thighs, but she hides them with her perfect lies.
She tells those who ask about the marks on her body that "They were simply just accidents, end of story."
In her life people come and people go, so she thought everyone didn't need to know.
She kept all the pain deep inside.
Until the one person she loved, lied.
Now he's gone and left her for good. So she's just left on the floor crying, feeling unloved and misunderstood.