The After Effects

The tears are dropping and the blood pours.
There's no stopping her, she's locked the doors.
Her hard heart softens, enough for her to feel.
She can't take it anymore; it's all too real.
The pain she suppressed for so long returns now.
She wants to move on, but she doesn't know how.
It's so intense, it seems it will never end.
She's not alright and she can no longer pretend.
There's no reasoning with her, that point has passed.
She wants it to end and she wants it to be fast.
She slides the razor further, deeper in her skin.
The blood flows out quickly, washing away her sin.
Now softly she lays back and waits for death's sweet release.
As she does so she wishes the heartbreak would cease.
The next day she is found, with a note beside her bed.
"Don't worry about me, I'm better off dead."
Scars have formed on her wrists and she chokes as she wakes.
She's failed to stop her heart before it further breaks.
She looks up at those around her and tears fill her eyes.
No longer will she lead a life that's based on lies.
She was given another chance to fix her mistakes.
She'll give it all she's got now; whatever it takes.
At least that's what they wish as they lay her in the ground.
She was already long dead by the time she'd been found.
The traitor has left them to clean up her mess.
They must live with sins they should not possess.
Tears burn their eyes, but not for the life that was lost,
Rather, they burn in anger and betrayal for all she caused.
So reckless an action can have this kind of effect.
They'll move on without her, but they never will forget.