She looked out the window,
She's having second thoughts,
Should she do it or not?
Dark bags under her bloodshot eyes,
The colors of her wrists,
She's her wrist as papers
While using the razor as pen,
The ink is always red.
The feeling ''pain'' is her only friend.
her shred to pieces beating heart.
She has lost how many times,
Holding the gun aiming at her head,
Saying Goodbye. Darkness fell, while she ran to death
like an old friend