Pain,
is a mental game,
Cuts,
are a bleeding fus,
she's lost,
lost in her world,
lost in her failing love,
loosing her mind,
she's running out of time,
As she holds the killer,
does she want to give it the power?
the power to kill
the power to win
she needed the power within,
her mind played tricks,
so it didn;t hurt a bit,
as the blood dripped down her
wrist,
She sat there silent,
had broken her promise,
She cries herself to sleep...
