White, Stained Red

The gleaming red blood flowed through the vein and oozed through the wound out on to the girls porcelain white skin as she glided the razor down her thin wrist and as her whole body trembled with pain, she sighed with regret from her past. As the night creeped out from its hiding place the girl laid on her bed letting the pain fill her. She laid there as she watched the moon inch up the sky, the wind wrestling in the leaves of the trees, and the branches tapping against the crystal clear window. Knowing that when she falls she won't wake back up.