Her clothes are stained red,
From the truth that she shed.
Her wrists are stained a deep purple,
From the lies that she has hidden.

So many promises were broken,
Those which were spoken and
Unspoken.
All shattered in one, swift, swipe.

The tears are now drying up,
They're being replaced with a huge
Smile.

The numbness is now taking over,
Her one true saviour.
The one she has been lusting over,
Since the razor has become her master.