slits.

lines down her arm.
lines cross her stomach.
lines plater her face
theres faint lines on her throat.
blood.
gore.
its all his fault.
lines down her legs.
lines cross her back.
her blood
flows down her body like never before.
giving her self a blood bath
the knife adds more.
blood.
blood.
blood.
she licks it,
satisfied with the fact she just might die.
death crosses her mind for the last time.
she wishes,
hopes,
DREAMS she will succeed.
but she hears her music.
and stopping
realizes thats all seh needs.