How can something so right go so wrong?
She threw up her writings all over the kitchen floor. Love never dies but it can still kill you whispered the butcher knife. With a Throat sore and torn drips juices from the mouth tells no lies.
Screaming,
more screaming,
so much screaming
the nose can smell it.
Falling from the high branches of her mind, she collapsed a lung on the way down. Into the blackness of the bathtub's drain. Seeping from her pours on to the tiled floor
Painting of disgust written on her face the mirror reflect
Hate, more hate, so much hate. At who? She didn't know
She feel like dying
But all she can do is...
Wait, until she stops vomiting.