30

She stares at her reflection,
seeing every flaw.
Every lack of perfection,
pushing her to her final straw.
She feels all the pain,
from hurtful words echoing in her ears;
All the blows she was forced to sustain,
while she hid from all her fears.
An empty white bottle in her hand,
missing thirty yellow pills.
Something everyone but her will misunderstand,
understanding only that it kills.
They wont understand the thirty reasons why,
this pretty girl will take her life.
And with a muffled cry,
she sinks to the floor and wins her final strife.
Her thirty reasons why,
she was never enough.
Her thirty reasons why,
she didn't feel tough.
Her thirty reasons why,
her love was never returned.
Her thirty reasons why,
she was always getting burned.
Her thirty reason why,
she never measured up.
Her thirty reasons why,
she felt it was okay to just give up...