She was Weak..............

She was weak… no time left, she regrets what she has done and blames the world for her fault. It’s too late, her soul escapes her empty body…seeking revenge.1

The blood from her veins were pouring onto the floor as the knife dropped from her right hand.2

Her wrists looked as if they were butchered; Her hand slit into pieces. Every inch of her were covered in scars. She hated life and everyone in it. She was tired of being everyone’s problem. It was time for her to leave…3

She collapsed onto the floor; her blood making a puddle from where she lay. Her thoughts and emotions kept inside all this time came out in tears…4

Closing her eyes, she thought about the all the times she’s ever hated life. Realising that she’s hated life since of the beginning of her birth. It’s too late now; too late to change the past. The things that she’s done, and the people she’s hurt are all gone now. They left her here to die. Faint screams flash back in her memories of childhood. And people who treated her like a mistake will all pay for this. She opens her eyes and sits up slowly. She left from  where she sat and bursts through the front door to the nearest staircase. Being unstable, she collapses down the stairs and lands on the damp bottom of the floor.  Cold, and alone she becomes dizzy and starts screaming. She gets up and starts ripping skin hanging from beneath her wrists as the blood and screeching pain grew heavy. She was confused. She didn’t want to die…5

There was so much to life than these walls. She was scared. Everyone told her that she was a mistake. Even she knew it. She falls in a deep sleep. Bloody tears remain on her fragile face. 6

The dark poetry left in her room that told of her useless life would soon be raided of it’s secrets. 7

Time passed by as her still body grew pale. She was weak… no time left, she regrets what she has done and blames the world for her fault. It’s too late, her soul escapes her empty body…seeking revenge.8