She falls to her knees,
Begging him to need her.
She slowly starts to die,
When he tells her good-bye.
Her heart has stopped beating,
But will never quit bleeding.
The only way to choose,
Is to let the blood ooze.
As she grabs the blade,
She's willing to fade.
She closes her eyes,
And hopes she flys.
She puts the blade to her skin,
And doesn't care if it's a sin.
As the blade goes deep,
She begins to weep.
She can't believe she was alone,
When all she needed was gone.
She closes her eyes,
And hopes no one crys.
Shay Mitchell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/broken-233/
