Suicide

Sitting in the bathroom, she stares at the pale reflection. Tired of this, tired of trying.

Unwanted she felt in her heart. No one here wanted to be with the ugly girl.

Inside she knows perfection wasn't true. Her hand shaking, no looking back.

Cut along her wrists, cut down her arm. Cut away her faults. Cut till she can't feel anymore.

I'm sorry- she whispered. Her blood pooled around, a bit to deep she cut again. Her pleads no one heard.

Darkness dragged the girl down, the bloody blade still in her hands.

Emptiness, hollow. She couldn't take it anymore, couldn't live with all the pain.

I'm sorry to tell you, this story is coming true. Today another girl will have a knife, ready to take her life. You see, my friends, this girl will be me.