Intense

She looks in the mirror,
A reflection so real.
Her eyes are cold,
A picture so real.

What is she thinking?
To be feeling so down.
Eyes filled with tears,
But she makes no sound.

And in her hand,
She holds a knife.
She's fighting all her fears,
so she can take her own life.

Pressing it close,
The pressure turns to pain.
A river floods out,
The intencities insane.

She starts to feel dizzy,
She drops to the floor.
And with a final, quick slash,
Her life is no more...

R.I.P. (Please think before you act. You are more precious than you think)