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And even as she pulls the blade
Smoothly against her wrist
She thinks of him
And how she just might regret
But the metal lovingly bites her skin
And tears at the soft pink flesh
Until pools of red bubble up
And she feels nothing but relief
As the depressing rain
Dots the carpet with red
She smiles to herself
Knowing that she can escape
Nothing can save her now
As the crimson curtain of relief
Pulls slowly down over her eyes
And slithers down her wrist
Someone in the background cries
And shouts against the roar
Of the crimson tide that pulls her down
If only he hadn't been so late
Tearing at his pure white shirt
He cries out loud her name
And yells how he can't let her go
If only she could hear him
And as he works to stem the flow
She slowly slips away
Even as his tears mix with her blood
She's loosing her way back home
The only thing he can do is try to bind the wound
And struggle against the crimson tide
That was sweeping away his love
If only she could hear him now
Then she feels a biting pain
That seers over her mind
And she wonders why she's still alive
She knows that she did it right
And slowly as she turns back 'round
The blurry image reels
All she sees is a bloody mess
And the boy that didn't love her
Confused, she tries to run back
To her body, crimson red
But can't beat the damned current
Of her own blood crimson red
As she struggles inch by inch
And he pulls the fabric tight
She feels like her body is up in flames
As she starts to hear his cries
"Please, please!!! Don't die!!!"
"I can't let you go just yet!!"
Louder and louder the noise grows
As the steady flow trickles down
And he ripps his shirt a fourteenth time
And tries to make the bleeding stop
Soon the bleeding ceases
And the flutter of her eyes
Brings the boy sweet relief
And so he continues to cry
"I thought that I would loose you!"
"Why did you try to die?"
"Didn't you know that I love you?"
And all she can do is listen
The parents burst in the room
And gasp with shock and pain
As they look at thier bloody daughter
And the boy who cries next to her
They don't stop for questions
Just dial 911
And pray that she's still living.

~A failed suicide.