She takes the blade and strikes her skin,
He tries to stop her,
She thinks"How pointless,why try if you don't care."
But why couldn't she see,
He didn't care,
He did more than that he loved her,
That was her dream,
but how could that be,
To hear those words come from his lips,
It seemed like a fairy-tale's  fable,
If he had just told her,
It would have stopped then and there,
Instead her scars only grew in quantity,
Especially when the one she had loved,
Left Her,
Again,
Alone,
And emptier than ever.