emo poetry

she's sitting here,
all alone in the dark
listening to the death throws
of her breaking heart.
one tear, two,
a torrent, a flood
drop to the ground
still glistening with blood.
he took her crushed heart,
his hands are stained with it,
she cried herself dry
if she can't fix it, she'll drain it
she lost it all,
cut her wrists on her dreams
as her hopes crumble down
she tilts her head back and screams.