A river of crimson starts to flow
She has let everything go
She can't go home with this blood wrist
She surely won't be missed
The razor blade has taken control
She is never letting go
That razor is all she needs
To be set free
She has a tight grip
That surely won't slip
From that razor blade
It has become here life
It is as simple as that
She surely won't be fat
Never to be changed
No way for her to be saved
She is lost in this place
She surely doesn't hesitate
She cuts over and over again
The blood starts to drip
Upon the floor
More and more
Now she can't stop the bleeding
It is every where
Nothing else but red
She takes one more breath
She caused her own death
Broken Hearts
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