Her heart screams for the cradle of love’s embrace
Yet she gets left behind in the bitterness of the cold
The pain that leaks from her tears speak of injustice
As they so softly fall to the ground in utter silence
Slowly she walks with her head held down in shame
She reaches for the bathroom drawer with excitement
Carefully she searches for the blade of her choice
Running her fingers gently along the razor’s edge
It was like the sound of music to her unruly ears
As a lullaby sang in crimson streams upon her skin
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