She...

She lives in a world
full of darkness
covered in blood
filled with menace.
She stains her sleeves
the color crimson.
She becomes weak
drinking in the poison.
She hates her life
a living nightmare.
She honestly thinks
that no one cares.
Now she dreams
of taking her life.
She slashes the razor
with all her might.
She twists the blade
ignoring the pain.
And now we wait
for her blood to drain.
Her blood pools around her
the color red.
She finally screams.
There are truths to be said.
No one heard her.
She wasted her breath.
The end is coming.
This is her death.
She's fading quickly
feeling numb.
Her soul goes back
to where it came from.
Back up to God
who welcomes her home.
Her spirit's found peace
as her body lies beneath a tombstone.