she begged for her heart to stop
pumping tainted, toxic blood
that's taking over her entire being

but she couldn't stab her heart so
she slit her wrist to watch the blood drain
bit by bit by bit by bit

she hoped that the filth would rid
letting them out but
it was just too much

and she wouldn't stab her heart but
thin lines are forming, breaking her
bit by bit by bit by bit

she is taking this no more
staring at the cracks in the ceiling
wishing for the shadows to take her away

and she didn't stab her heart but
her soul is leaking through the holes
bit by bit by bit by bit

she is drifting into the
deep sinister forest
wrapped in the mist

she hadn't stab her heart but
she's already dead and tears did not fall
bit by bit by bit by bit