srebrnylis

Blood begins to pool on the ground, From the slits across her wrists. Her sanity draining with each solemn drop, Praying the pain would forever quit. Her family has left her in a broken home, To cry herself to sleep each night. She just can't see why they don't love her, She's lost all will and strength to fight. The scars on her body become deeper, Whilst the flesh around them decays. The crimson beneath it grows darker, As the world around her begins to fray. She wishes to kill herself, But the fear is too great. She's not afraid to die, But that this is her final fate.