End Finally

It was what she lacked that brought her to her demise

She carved this very picture, the blade within her fingers

As she cut through it, this flesh of hers, with quick, swift motions

Slicing into and severing her grimy skin

The dirt of her past and her sins seeping into every cut

Blood mercilessly pouring out, trickling down her arms and to the forsaken ground

Leaving her mark wherever she went

Caked up, dry blood trailing behind her

Arms and legs covered in scars and cuts of the past and present, the future awaits her

This blade of hers, her only left friend

Covered in the memories of such a past, bringing her down, right to her end

Yet, she doesn’t learn, she yearns, but just doesn’t learn

Crying out to those around, not realizing she had made them walk away and leave

There she goes again, as she picks up her sleeve

That pretty little picture she's carved into her canvas

Tells a gruesome ad gory little story

Evil that fills her heart, she was many times ripped apart

Grabbing her little friend, and cutting through her skin

Her pain oozing put as metallic red liquid

Covering her in its warmth, the flow wont ever stop

She doesn’t fight for control any longer, yet for every sin, she marks herself with another

Forever reminding her of the havoc she had caused

The wretched soul yet never learnt

Brought herself to pure insanity

Putting that blade to her neck

And ending herself finally