• With the touch of a master
    She handles the blade
    Playing with it
    Before she cuts the vein

    Sitting there
    She lets out a sob
    Knowing that
    She has done it all wrong

    The blade cut threw
    And she sliced very deep
    The blood just wouldn't stop poring
    And she began to weep

    Her parents were gone
    And she was alone
    No one was there
    To hold her close

    As the pain finally dulled
    And she began to fade
    Her last thought
    Was how she wished to stay