Cuts of Sadness©

She clutched the knife
And traced it upon her ribs.
The cuts were long
And wide.
She stared at the blood soaked floor
And wondered why no one came.
If they truly cared
They would come running though the door
She waited and waited
But no one came.
She smiled weakly
At the thought of her death.
They would wear black.
But not truly care.
Suddenly she heard running
From the stairs below.
The door was thrown open
And a shadow loomed over here.
She thought it was death
But was happy when she saw him.
He cried for her to live
But she grabbed his face and looked into his eyes.
She told him not to worry.
That she was all right now
Now that she knew that someone
Loved her
And that someone cared.
She wiped away his tears
And laid down on the ground.
The blood had soaked his knees
And she smiled before
Closing her eyes.
She felt him grab her hand
And she returned the gesture
Full of love.
Her last thoughts before she died
Were how she knew
Someone loved her
And how someone cared.

Categories: Dark at Heart©

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