Satan Sits There Grinning

Blood gushes out, freedom at last, Slitting her wrists has happen'd in the past. She doesn't know how to stop it, She doesn't know how to care, Lately all she does is just sit and stare. Her mind goes numb, as scarlet stains the floor, Bloodied handprints now decorate the door. Falling to her knees, she tries to stop the flow, But Satan sits there grinning, there's no stopping now. Heaving deep sighs, she tries to calm down. But the bigger the stain, the deeper her frown. She loses her grip, lets herself finally fall, If only they'd cared, they'd stopped this all. Satan sits there grinning, for this round he has won, Her screams for help will never be undone.