She stares blankely at the wall.
She's hypnotized by her own remose.
The occasional flinch
and slice of her wrist.
Could care less about
the blood dripping from her vains.
Same goes for the tears,
stealthily streaming down her face.
She's dead in her own regretting way.
Sold her body and virginity to the devil.
Tragedy surrounds her now,
for her heart was not exactly broken...
but rather chopped into a fine powder.