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