Her Friend, the Gun

She looked in the mirror
And raised the gun to her head
She thought about the kids at school
Would they notice if she was dead?

Her finger on the trigger,
She's sick of her life.
Her mind's set on doing this,
She needs to end her strife.

She looks in the mirror again
And cringed at what she saw
A girl, full of depression
That has had the last straw.

Her tear streaked face
And fear filled eyes
Her pale, tiny body
And mind filled with lies

Her body full of scars
A heart full of tears
She wondered how she lasted
For all of those years

A life full of nothing
But depression and hate
A life so short
That would end today.

A life not worth living
Not even for another day
So she pulled the trigger
To end all her pain.

Rachel Crombie--2//25//05