I remember that one fateful night,
The night I dreadfully died.
The mirror screamed at me that I wasn't good enough
For anyone, for anything, I am the source of their regret,
Everyone I adored; my eyes leaking tears void of love,
Burning my cheeks with acid, they murmured, "go ahead,
Grab the razor in your bureau,
Slice deep, do them all a favor
And end your life, don't be a hero,
You're just caged in here."
I sat on my bed, drowning in the black of the spread,
Pleading for them to forgive my ignorance,
That I can't take the icy waters I tread
And that no one bothers hearing my penance.
I was always lying to myself when I said I was fine,
The numbness claiming my body, empty of pain,
Pleasure from the crimson running down my wrists over time
And whispered, "you all no longer have to be ashamed."
I gazed down from above my pale body,
Free from their chains of hatred and loveless claims
And for once, I smiled, hearing my goddess' calling
From her grove's green pastures, leaving behind the flames.
My ghost kissing my body's forehead
Thanking the mirror before I left
For giving me weakness to go ahead
To cut so deep and confess
To the walls of my darkened room,
That I was never strong enough
To ignore their spiteful words
And embrace nature's love.
I remember the night I was so engrossed
In becoming an ethereal ghost.
