Last Fall

Love me, or hate me,
its still an obsession
crying alone,
this is my confession
eyeliner on my face,
barrettes in my hair,
I wear all black and I don’t really care
crying by day, bleeding by night
as I lay on the floor, black tears down my face,
as I fade quietly away.
One cut could end it all, one more cut,
and ill take my last and final fall
as I sit all alone with the knife in my hand,
looking at the scars, I take one last stand.
I pick up the phone, knife still clutched tightly in my blood-stained hand.
Listening to the dial tone for seemingly hours on end.
to dazed and confused over him to press send
what’s the use? You’re not worth it.
pull the knife to your wrist, take one last breath
its all there for you, clutched in your hand
just one cut, one last stand, and your pain will go away, you'll finally be okay.
as she takes her last breath, her heart beats one more time for him, and she falls to the ground,
she doesn’t need him, her hearts finally sound.