Cuts so deep, she can barely breathe

broken beneath but screaming on the surface

slamming doors made it hard to know her purpose 

for, the blood on her wrists cannot decieve 

the fact that she knows that you're out there.

Twisted in the twilight of the night 

it seems that nothing could possibly be bright,

now there is a blurry figure that once used to care.

But, this twilight may someday end

and the redness of it all will go back inside the skin,

for the prupose of the closing window will eventually append 

causing her dead heart to finally mend.

The knots in her stomach will no longer tie,

Nor will another knife ever burst or bend.