and as the tear rolled down her cheek
the blood rolled down her wrist,
she knew the cut was deep this time
and she also knew she just wanted it to end.
she looks back one last time
just before the last warm breath leaves her lips,
she knew only one love. him. he was her everything,
what if he could see her now,
eyeliner runnnig down her face
his torn shirt wrapped tightly around her fragile body,
why did he have to go?
she shudders at the thought.
now she must go to him.
she must remember what it feels like to be in his arms
she must.
she will.
now.
she thinks as the last warm breath leaves her cold, blue,
dead, lips.
