The blood that runs through her veins leak on top the warm water in the bath tub.
The feeling of not caring,
the sound of utter silence.
To see the real world around her.
To understand what is right and what is wrong.
Feeling useless and tired.
Hungry and broken.
All because of a simple mistake
because of life.
To only see hidden shades of grey upon the earth
to not feel happiness, only sorrow, only misery.
Watching the blood roll down her arms into the bath tub then turning in a red sprawl of design floating in the water then disappearing out of sight leaving a streak of blood on her arm.
Eye's burning with tears,
soul's screaming with sorrow
the last breath of the night
she's giving in towards her fight
there is no more light...
The sad thing is that somewhere this is happening...