RazorBlade

She falls to her knees. There is a trail of blood.
Her blade is still in her hand.
The life she living isnt the one she chosen.
Its taring her apart inside. Her eyes bloos shot. Her hands shaky.
Her body laying on the livingroom floor. Friends crying.
Screaming calling her name. Silbling echo through the house.
They say she not gonna make it. They see she still has her fist cluched.
They rush her to a room. IV's. Needles. Running around.
She lays her head down. Looks out the window and whispers i always knew this day would come.
As she drops her razorblade.