A cutters story

She took her razor
& plunged it in..
deep in her wrist
where the sorrow
had been

she cut away her pain
She ripped away her heartbreak
but still she felt
that living was a mistake.

She screamed
She cried
& wrote a note
about how she
hated life.

She went to the closet
to find her escape
A silver gun
up in the case

She scribbled a note
in her finest print
about how little her life meant
She took the gun
Exuding danger
but to her misery
was no stranger

the gun in her hand
she pressed the barrel
to her heart.
& thought suicide
was a great art.

as she pulled the trigger
she ended the note saying..
life sucks.
go figure