Goodbye Life

January 21, 2015

Behind her eyes lie broken memories,

the pain of knowing she’s alone.

Looking back at all she’s been through,

faith can only take her so far.

She cuts to see blood.

With a slit throat now, you see the jokes.

Tear past the flesh of life,

a life buried in black.

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