Suicide... simply suicide....
Her world goes black...
As her heart fills with pain,
Its too much inside of her,
Even for her to contain.
She thinks she has no point in life,
Although those around her know its not true,
She's scared, confused and angry and doesnt know what to do...
She cries herself to sleep sometimes,
and yet never knows just why...
She thinks to stop her pain and suffering,
she must simply die...
Friends and family have tried to get her help,
but alas, it is too late...
too many feelings stored up inside,
too many problems too much to state.
She runs downstairs to the bathroom,
and looks into the medicine chest,
She tries to look for a deadly medicine,
that will kill her fast and best.
In there she found nothing,
but a shard of broken glass...
She knows this is the only way,
its painful but its fast...
She takes a deep breath,
as she holds the glass against his skin,
as she slowly slices,
she even slightly grins...
She knows no one will miss her...
At least that's what she thinks...
She sees the blood falling before her,
now red,
first pink.
She wakes up next in a hospital room,
Strangely thanking God for life,
She remembers nothing...
nor if she cut herself with glass or a knife.
Her world is no longer dark or grey,
and she knows why she is not yet dead,
she looked at the way she cut her wrist...
she cut herself the wrong way..
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