A Description Of Me

A girl with a tear streaked face,

And quivering hands,

Sits alone in a cold, dark room,

Wishing for the day when,

Her fears will finally subside.

The girl's only companion,

Is a small silver blade,

So smooth and cool,

A comfort she cannot find,

In anyone or anything else around her.

Her heart is dead,

Shattered by pain and betrayal,

And her soul is lost,

It has disappeared into the darkness,

Of her sorrow filled past.