The blade ripped
The last light
extinguished,
Pain catches within her
throat,
Tears sit heavy
The torment finally
visible,
She spoke the words in
hatred,
How she wished to wound
Now she stands dead
Blinded by the grief
Hurt by so many
Yet her own words
destroyed,
Living is a funny business
People only stab
They take each offering
Watching you burn slowly
away,
When you finally stand
The fall is the loneliest
death,
You truly see
How little you mean
