The light from the end of the tunnel was an oncoming train (ll)

She stops and her leg was badly cut and she just lied there motionless.

her heart pumps, oozing flesh blood,
it is bleeding furiously,
her heart contracts and pulls,

Wretched tears streamed down her face like tiny waterfall each drop a despairing testament of disappointment, diminishing faith and love.

She is just too disappointed.

and

She was too afraid to move.

Images of the joyful past flash off her mind.

She cant stop weeping, she cant.

She thought he could be the angel who carries her across the path of broken glasses when she was crawling on them.

While she was cuddling in the arms of him feeling secured while he walked her across the broken glasses,

he dropped her,

she fell even harder,

She falls back onto the bits of broken glasses where she was crawling on from the start

with more cuts all over her.

Now she is withered,

faithless,

emptied,

loveless.

He stretches his arms at her once again,

this time round,

she dont even have the littlest of strength or courage to even lift to look at him.