The crimson liquid leaked from her veins
Like ink from a broken pen,
Covering her canvas in memories,
Of a distant time back when.

Life was not so painful
a breath not hard to take
laughter rang like bells
and a smile she did not fake

Watery beads glistened
Like dew on a morning leaf
Expelling her sorrow in waves
releasing her of her grief.

Maybe if some one had noticed
asked if she was ok
a caring ear to listen
maybe she would of stayed.