Sitting against the bathroom door, tears running down your cheeks like a waterfall.

He promised didn't he he promised forever but it looks like forever was never.

You take that blade in your hand and press it against the soft smooth inner part of your arm.

"Do I really want to do this, will this really help?"

You touch your jawline and under your eye and wince in pain from bruises that was left on your soft smooth face, the marks that show he had been near you.

More tears fall as you scream out in agony then take the blade and cut your wrists once twice ten times.

The thick red liquid stains the floor and your arm.

You lay limp against the door then look at your wrist and again sob at the sight of what you have done to yourself.

You quickly get up and wash it off then wrap goze around it and fix yourself up as you walk out emotionless.

Because the person you once were is now gone for ever.