she's full of blood and lust and alcohol,
and this time, the pain can't fight the pain
and razor blade scrapes flesh
and vomit splashes porcelain
and her face fades of color

as she hits the floor.

she's drained of life
and pumped with death
and she can't see the light anymore.

so don't tell her that you didn't mean it now
because those words cut deeper than any knife
and losing her lunch is different than losing her faith
but you've made her lose it all.