Blood rushing from the cut in her skin
Felling satisfied, she sits,
waits for the blood to run all out
It takes to long, she pouts.
She thinks of all the bad things
and makes another incision.
See what you made her do? All because she thinks of you! You're supposed be good to her,
But now you're slowly murdering her
Not enough, too slow she thinks,
Then she remembers the horrible
things.
The kicking the scratching, the bulling galore,
then she decides to take more.
All over her arms were the blood seeping scratches,
To much blood to be stopped,
She finally feels satisfied.
See what you made her do? All because she thinks of you!
You're supposed be good to her,
But now you're slowly murdering her
She sits and laughs
Too much to clean
She sits back and thinks,
Let this kill me.
She writes a note
A small one, at that,
Telling she gone
That's she never coming back.
See what you made her do?
All because she thinks of you! You're supposed be good to her,
But now you're slowly murdering her
She sways and falls down
Taking shallow breaths
This is it,
This is her death
Finally happy,
She tries to lie on her bed,
Just to fall down dead.
See what you made her do? All because she thought of you!
You were supposed be good to her,
But now you've slowly murdered her
