The tears ran down her face, this time heavier then usual.

Scars that were inlaid into her wrists stood out more then normal in the soft candle light.

She tried to spread her emotions out on the paper before her, but it wasn't enough.

It was never enough.

Her cries echoed through out the small, bland room.

Ink that was written on the page smeared from her tears, smudging the paper.

The short, auburn bangs that she adorned fell into her face, hiding her pain from the world it seemed.

She twirled the small, sharp piece of metal in her hand, looking at her palm through the design in the middle.

I cannot leave here, I cannot stay,

Forever haunted, more than afraid.

Asphyxiate on words I would say,

I'm drawn to a blackened sky as I turn blue.

Her sobbing increased from the soft, melodic music that she was hearing.

"Imperfect, Imperfect, Imperfect." She whimpered.

To her it seemed like the oxygen had disappeared, and all that entered her lungs was acid.

Convulsions ripped through her arms, and the pen in her hand fell to the hard, cold floor with a sharp thud.

She clenched her hands into fists, then let go.

Her soft blue eyes gazed at one of her palms, at the blood that covered the razor blade and that was slowly dripping

onto the floor, staining it.

The tears dripped into the crimson liquid, the two mixing together as if they were meant to be like that.

There are no flowers, no not this time,

There'll be no angels gracing the lines,

Just these stark words, I find.

I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak,

I'd share with you could I only speak,

Just how much this, hurts me.

A sorrowful sigh escaped her dry lips.

She smeared the blood onto the light brown floor and the white, sterile walls.

All she wanted was to be remembered, and she was going to make sure that she was.

The ones she loved came into her mind, and how hurt they would be when she was done.

But they couldn't stop her, nothing could, and thinking of there own pain caused by her made her groan in agony.

Her sobbing came harder, and the shaking moved into her chest.

Air continued to escape her, and soon she was gasping for breathe as the tears continued to fall.

She tears fogged her vision, but then she remembered the razor that laid in her bleeding hand.

I cannot stay here, I cannot leave,

Just like all I loved, I make believe.

Imagine heart, I disappear, seems,

No one will appear, here and make me real.

"Fake..." She whispered.

His face came into her mind again, and it reminded her of how incomplete she was without him.

But he was gone now, and she was left ripped and tattered into a million pieces.

Broken.

She would never feel his arms around her around, his breathe on her neck, or see his eyes when he gazed at her,

just as she gazed at him.

"Never coming home..." She mumbled softly.

Her eyes closed as she raised the razor to her pale wrist.

The sharp edge slit her skin, more blood spilling onto the floor, leaving crimson red smears.

There are no flowers, no not this time,

There'll be no angels gracing the lines,

Just these stark words, I find.

I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak,

I'd share with you could I only speak,

Just how much this, hurts me.

She gasped, the noise loud in her ears, just as loud as her heart.

It was finally going to end, all of it, all of the pain that she had endured, in was going to end.

The bleeding didn't stop, and soon it was a small black puddle on the floor.

Bleed Black.

Her short hair framed her face as she looked down at the long gash going down her wrist.

The blood streamed down her arm, and the smell began to permeate throughout the room.

She felt herself grow distant, like she was leaving her body, losing her grip of her mind.

I'd tell you how it haunts me,

I'd tell you how it haunts me,

(cuts through my day, and sinks into my dreams.)

I'd tell you how it haunts me,

(cuts through my day, and sinks into my dreams.)

You don't care that it haunts me.

The shaking grew stronger, her whole body now trembling.

And the she realized that she made the wrong decision, but it was to late.

Her tears didn't stop, they grew harder as she thought of the ones she was leaving behind.

The candle beside her flickered, sending shadows through out the empty room.

She tried to focus on the song, tried to stay together and not let go.

But she was fading, and the blood was continuing to flow even though she wasn't ready.

The puddle grew larger, and she smeared it onto the floor further, her hands covered in her old blood.

It was all the could smell, blood.

She knew she couldn't fight it, and soon the pull became harder until the pain in her wrist; in her mind, was gone.

Her body fell into the blood, the red smearing onto her pale face and mixing into her copper shaded, short hair.

One last breathe.

One Last time Take My Breathe

Then, the end. It came, and she was gone, and the last thing she heard was Imperfection, ringing her ears.

Oh,

There are no flowers, no not this time,

There'll be no angels gracing the lines,

Just these stark words, I find.

I'd show a smile, but I'm too weak,

I'd share with you could I only speak,

Just how much this, hurts me.

Just how much this, hurts me.

Just how much you...