There she sat, blade in hand.
Tears flooding from her dull eyes, her cries louder than a marching band.
In her hand, the blade she twirled.
As she thought about the fucked up world.
A photo hung on the wall above.
Of the girl she would always love.
The one who tore them apart.
The one who broke her heart.
She cries, placing the blade to her wrist.
I wish it didn't have to end like this.
Across her wrist the blade she drew.
And whispered 'Even though you no longer do, I will always love you.'
Blood spilled out and her head felt as though it would burst.
As she fell to the floor she uttered a single sentence.
Love hurts.
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Random Short Stories
אקראיJust a collection of random shit I write when I'm angry/sad/happy/excited/etc. Almost every single chaoter will probably end in the character committing suicide so if you are triggered or upset by that DON'T FUCKING READ IT!!! Dark Angel out.
