The Final Cut

Seize the last chance
To fix up a heart
Profusely bleeding

Cause bitter words
Cut deeper than a sword
Her soul is hurting

She's lying on the floor
Fragile, insecure
Lost in confusion

Losing all the hope
Wandering through the shores
Of isolation

Seize the last chance
To mend a vitreous heart
And staunch the bleeding

She clings to shattered dreams
Embedded in her skin
Like self harmed bruises

She leaves a note
And crawls upon the edge
Of disillusion

Then she takes a shortcut
Along a trodden path
The pain is over

Scratching open sores
Shouting at the world
Begging for support
But no one listens

Her eyes are full of tears
Her mind is full of fears
Fallen on her knees
She's going under

She's lost control
The final cut
To stop the bleeding