She went to her room like she did everyday
But this time her love has gone away.
She needed his loe more than ever
He said this time it was forever.
She had now got her knife
She was wishing to end her life.
but Then, he called and said "I love you."
but She didn't say "I love you too."
She screamed, "Why did you cheat on me?
When you siad it was so meant to be?
I hate you for this!"
but His kisses, she'll miss.
She hung up the phone
Only for him to hear the tone.
She ran back to her rom
She placed in front of her door a broom.
She still had the knife in her hand
She was crying so hard she could barely stand.
She had loved him so
but, Now it was time for her to let go.
She stabbed the knife through her wrist
Now, by everyone, She would be missed.
He just had to call
Again.
As her blood stains the wall.
*bows* This work exemplifies pain...it is articulated in a flawless manner, an interesting and original way...In order to be whole one must look within...I hope you see...