Tears fall on the floor like blood from a wound of a thorn. Her pale skin scarred like her heart,broken never to be mended. Her long black hair falls in her eyes as if trying to hide her soul. Her pain will always remain like a book written in invisible ink no matter how torn and frayed the pain will never fade. Her lips are dark red as if she was feeding on the blood red energy like pain. Her dark brown eyes peeked from the strands of hair that covered them as if she was wondering if she was missing something or if she was better off with them closed. Her skin was soft like petals of a rose yet never again would she let anyone know. Her heart, locked like doors of an abandoned house yearning to let someone in but knowing the day they will open is long lost in the past. The blade she used to break her skin was a symbol of the words he used to break her heart. Her mind is beautiful but he has left it dark. He will never know the intelligence or beauty that she holds. Forever he has left her broken, he opened her up like a flood gate which controls the river of tears and blood that is now in constant flow.