She stared out at the sun
The sunlight burned her face so she turned away
A tear escaped and rolled down her cheek
She snarled at herself, how could she be so weak?

She still loved him
And it made her stomach churn,
because this was a love he didn't care to return,
The immortal bruise he left was so deep,
That she couldn't feel anything inside

Suddenly, she began to feel the loneliness begin to creep,
It was on that night's decision was made,
To live alone or send her burder away with a blade?

She made up her mind and picked up a knife
Made the final cut and ended her life

Krystal Galvis

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-final-cut/