Gone

She is feeling all alone
in the world with this feeling again.
She would tell her friends
But she doesn't want them to know.
So she takes out her true friend
Her favorite weapon.
She finds a scar on her wrist
and drags the blade along it.
A pretty line of crimson soon appears.
Oh how she's longed to see it!
She feeling a little better now
And she drags the blade over another pink scar.
More blood is pouring out.
Shes cut open 11. Each a little deeper.
The last spot she drags the blade across us her neck.
Shes bleeding out
But she left a note explaining it all.
The note goes like this:
Dear Liar,
I cut 12 lines tonight,
One for every time you said you loved.
12 lies that ended my life.
Love,
By the time you read this I will be gone.