Her Tourtured Mind

Everyday it was the same,
All the pain and all the torment,
The living hell you created for her,
If only you saw how much she cried.

Everything you took for granted,
Your friends,
Your happiness,
She never knew any of it.

You thought it was just a bit of fun,
But to her it was much more,
It unlocked her depression,
All of this you never knew.

The scars on her wrists,
You surpassed as accidents,
It was you who caused them,
But you were oblivious to it all.

They kept on multiplying,
But you didn’t stop,
You never stopped,
You never seemed to understand.

Whatever you did,
You never thought about the consequences,
There were so many,
But you never seemed to care.

As the scars got deeper,
The emotional damage increased,
She started planning,
Wanting the end.

Her last few days,
You had no clue,
You just continued,
Without a second thought.

She sat there one night,
Knife in her hand,
Hoping and praying,
That you would change your ways.

As the tears streamed down her face,
She thought of you,
She didn’t know why,
But she felt sorry for you.

As she took the knife to her wrist,
She screamed in pain,
As she severed her artery,
She just sat there.

As the blood poured from her wrist,
She wanted you to know,
She holds no grudge against you,
You just drove her over the edge.

In her last minutes on this earth,
She whispered to herself,
Hoping that you would sense it,
That she was sorry.

As the end was drawing near,
She collapsed onto the floor,
A pool of blood surrounding her,
As her pulse faded away.