Life Wasted

Locked in a room,
Alone with the blade.
Metal meets flesh
And rips it apart.
Blood pours out;
A twisted, red river of misery.
Life is drained
As she falls to the ground
And becomes a waste.

Dreams lost.
Hopes left unfulfilled.
She couldn’t see the end,
Of the sorrow and torment,
So she made her own.
Life gets better.
She was tired of waiting.

Tortured for looking like a boy,
She couldn’t hold on
Anymore.

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