I lay in bed with wet cheeks and open wrist.

I open my mouth to speak but nothing is said

The scarlet liquid has begun to dry as my heart beat slowed

I close my eyes and let the tears flow.

Nothing left but the shell of a girl

Nothing left but a broken soul

So I find my comfort in a blade when I have nothing left to say

My tears begin to choke me to death as I lay here in bed.

I silently slip from this cold cruel world.

Goodbye from a cold broken girl