He laughs in her face,
No longer then 10 minutes after she enters the door.
She runs to the bathroom, sends a slit through her wrist...
Watches the blood drip by drip as it hits the floor.
Cruelty...brutal ignorance.
They dont know how It feels.
To be caught off guard.... so harshly,
By a guy you thought finally cared about you for real.
She curls up in the corner of the bathroom floor, as the tears swell and release from her eyes.
hoping no one busts in.....hoping that no one hears her cry.
She washes her face, and watches her reflection in the mirror as her make-up smears...
Wishing she could be somewhere else, anywhere but here.
But she cant stand the embarrassment she would have to face....
As she knows she would call attention to herself running frantically from this place.
Love is Hell.
Blood is her mild relief...her Fan.
As she burns slowly....
In the palm of her own hands...
Emotions unbearable,
No one to call for moral support....
So she sits there on the bathroom floor wishing she never came.
She knows one way to escape this pain.
She decides this is the time.
For him to pay for all the shit he's done.
All his abuse, all his lieing.
So she pulls out once more her greatest companion....
her blade,
Slides it quickly 4 times deep into her wrist.
Letting the blood release more quickly,
As she balls her hand into a fist.
And she just lies there...
And bleeds out all her pain...

While her boyfriend doesnt quite yet realize that his life will never again be the same.