Tear drops stain the pages as she writes
This time she’s given into the fight
Her goals & dreams are far out of sight
She sits shattered because things just don’t feel right
Heart starting to shrink
Hope is becoming weak
Knife lies in her right hand
She feels like no one understands…
Blade penetrating her wrist
Right now she no longer wants to exist……
Slowly she slits her wrist….
Slit
…Slit
…....Slit
……Drip
...Drip
Drip
.
.
.
The pain she feels like she deserves
For she’s slowly killing her nerves
Soon she won’t be able to feel at all
Blood now falling among the ground
It’s late within the night, so she barely hears a sound
All she can hear is the pound
…..of her heart against her chest
Thump…
…Thump
Thump…
All she can hear is the ticking of a clock
Tick..
...Tock
Tick...
She knows that her time is running out....
Slowly her heart is starting to give away
No more words left for her to say….
Time of Death: 3:15am November 3rd, 2009
This Will Be The Death of She
...Suicide
