She got in the mother-of-pearl in-laid bath,
          And closed her eyes as the water around her began to match the rose petals in it
So much for relaxing..but it was.
         Wrist slashing never did much good but a line down from her wrist on her forearm
  He would save her.. he never failed.
             As her vision began to fade, fear set in but she
  held on waiting, she stop anythime she wanted.
           She began to remember.
              One, two..
    They met on a beach, and she fell head over heels for the dark-haired, unkempt man.
     Three, four..
     Lovers they became.. Heady and passionate, as if it would never end.
            Five, six...
     It ended as fast as it began.. "I love you" she cried out, but he never took her back..
    Seven, eight..
  Fear turned to panic but it was too late..She was numb, her joints locked in place
                  There was no saving her. She cried out, but no noise escaped her pale lips.
      Her eyes widened, it was the end. Glistening tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
                      Nine, ten..
  She began to slide down into the tub, her body limp, her eyes wide and staring devoid of all thought or feeling.
       As the bloody water, the by-product of her so-called passion began to fill her up, she was alreadt empty.
                                Now her soul wasn't the only thing that was "Numb".