A Boulevard Of Broken Dreams...

Cuts

One cut,
Two cuts,
Three,
She made them on her wrist.
One step,
Two steps,
Three,
She took carelessly into the mist
On an unknown path,
Her tired, bare feet fell,
She had given up on her hopes,
Because she knew she walked in hell.

She took her random steps,
Into the treacherous night,
Her thoughts were sad and dark,
Despite her dress so white.
Her soul was tired and weary,
Her eyes were lost and teary.
Her cheeks were tear- stained.
Her eyes were tinted red,
There were a million gloomy thoughts,
Swimming wildly in her head.

Her cuts bled,
Her emotions were dead,
She didn't feel any pain,
She had nothing left to lose,
She had nothing left to gain.
She had waited so long for death,
Now she felt it draw closer with every single little breath.
Her vision was going hazy,
Her thoughts were going crazy.

Her steps explored the unknown,
She saw a couple of men,
Who walked in her direction,
But quickly backed away,
As they realized who she was,
And were shocked to see her in this condition.
She walked past them.
Unafraid of what they would say,
It was people like them,
Who had made her that way.
She walked away,
Leaving behind a trail of blood,
She didn't seem to mind,
When her feet got covered in mud.

She ended up in the woods,
Surrounded by the cold and the mist,
Suddenly somehow,
The flow of blood increased from her wrist.

Among the elms,
She lost her strength,
She collapsed on to the ground,
Somewhere where she could never be found
She lost her life,
With so many thoughts in her head,
She was gone forever,
She was dead.

One cut,
Two cuts,
Three,
They had cut through her arteries.
One cut,
Two cuts,
Three,
They had set her free.

One cut,
Two cuts,
Three,
She had made them with a knife.
One cut,
Two cuts,
Three,
They bled till they took her life.

One Cut,
Two Cuts,
Three...