gone

she knows
she’s alone
no one cares
no one sees her radiance
there’s nothing in this world for her
she doesn’t know what it means to love
to be loved
she won’t ever feel the warmth
of a smile
of a kiss
of a love meant for her
’cause she knows
there’s no one meant for her
cold silver blade
gleaming luster in the darkness
twirling in her fingers
weaving patterns on her arms
tracing intricate designs
down to her wrists
the only beauty she’ll ever see
in herself
crimson blossoms interlaced
with her delicate pale flesh
accented by the fiery stabs
inflaming her throbbing heart
but if pain is bliss
then why does she want her life to end?
she wants the world
to crash down upon her
to crush her already broken heart
to shatter all the remaining pieces
’til everything is gone
and nothing lingers
she wants the tornado
to blow her away
batter her body
tear her soul
’til she’s gone
and she knows
all it takes is a simple thrust
of a silver blade