Blood Thirsty Poem by William Stgeorge

WHEN SHE BREATHES IT HURTS
POURING THE BLOOD FROM HER HEART
WANTING IT TO EXIT
FROM THE SLITS ON HER WRISTS
NOT NEEDING TO LIVE
IS A SERIOUS THING
INSTEAD OF TALKING
ALREADY AT THE DEAD END
SHE LIES DOWN
JUST TO WAKE UP
TO FIND SHE'S
BACK IN THIS FIERY HELL
SHE SITS ON HER BED
YELLING STOP IT
SHE WRITES A NOTE SAYING:
"IT'S WHAT BELONGS"
SHE GETS THE KNIFE
STARTS TO CUT
WHEN SHE DOESN'T BLEED
SHE STOPS
DEAD TO THE WORLD
DEAD TO THE HEAVENS
DEAD TO HERSELF
DEAD TO HER PARENTS
IN WHOM PIERCED HER LONELY HEART!