After the death of her family

She wakes to a scream
Sees a river of blood
It washes over her feet; just like a flood
She wishes it to be a bad dream

Sees nothing but red
Everything is different
Everyone seems to be dead
Eyes and mind are so distant

Sad all the time
Yet refuses to cry
Death is what she thinks of when a bell chimes
She keeps hearing people say to try

She no longer cares
She has eyes that are hollow
The pain of losing her family is too much to bear
The times she smiled seem so long ago

Loves to fight
But she only wants someone to pay attention to her
When asked about her past her tongue she bites
The knife in her hand is a big factor