She sits there
Tears falling steady fast
In her hands she holds a razor blade
Slides it across her wrist
Quickly the blood begins to flow
Drop by drop
Her blood falls
Leaving a puddle on the floor
This time
Not like any other
She begins to panic
Cut too deep
No turning back now
She falls to the floor
Quickly hitting her knees
She screams out loud
"SOMEONE HELP ME OUT!"
She's not ready to die
But it's too late
Can't turn back the hands of time
Her skin starts to fade to a greater white
Loosing sight
Loosing breath
So scared now
She begins to awake from her sleep
It was all just a dream
Never sleep again
So scared she almost didn't awake.
By: Dismembered_Dreams
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