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