Bloody Desire

She sits alone, In a classroom, With nohing but her darkened thoughts, To take away the pain, Her heart aches, Like a scaple had pierced it, She looks around, The four walls seeming to move in on her, A grave of her own design, She smiles sadly, Craddling a knife lovingly in her hand, She turns the blade towards her skin, Cutting upwards on her arms, Her eyes close, Giving in to the blissful pain, As crimson falls to the floor, Soaking her shoes, Turning them a pretty red, She smiles as she sways on her feet, Then the ground comes up to meet her head, The cold tiles seeming to drink, As she leaves behind a bloody stain.