Masterpiece of shattered dreams

Paper arms that bear blood red words
Stories of unheard screams,
a masterpiece of bro/ken, fragile dreams

A canvas painted with memories
That tore this girl a.p.a.r.t at the seams

"Oh pretty baby why must you do these things?"
I do this because its the [[only]] way I see my dreams.

Flashbacks to a time when her breath was not
//shortened.//
when love's posin was less
//potent.//
All these damn sweet memories
Haunt her,these things, they
.:engulf:. her. 
They taunt her in her sleep.

As days turn to nights, these pains, they grow.
Her head fills with thoughts of suicide
Her <|heart|3 and brain are on
[[overload.]]

For the first time in a long time
She finds that sweet relief.
As she brings the razor to her vanes
Her pain slips out in
:little.
::crimson.
:::streams.

The further she goes, the more she feels relief
So she pushes forward, (not caring how deep)

As she approaches that last sweet bleed
Her knees quivers, her heart screams
She grasps for air,(but laughs,) because she knows there is none
Father time has come for her, and she knows she must go

As the last drops of life ebbs out of this soul
The memories come to becon her
*one. final. time.*

Memories of when she was happy with her life
A time when she knew who she was
Her <|heart/break|3 calls to her
And in her ending breath, she utters the words
"I love you..."
For the very last time.