Why She Died, They Never Knew.

Standing in your family's bathroom.
Knife in hand, and note in other.
Choosing which fate you want.
Will you choose life or death?

Note is placed, upon the floor.
As you lower upon your knees.
Knife is raised to touch soft skin.
As you slide it across your neck.

The wound is deep, yet not enough.
You will have to die, by loss of blood.
You hear footsteps in the hallway.
Then the sound of knocks upon the door.

You answer no-one, no sound you make.
You lie there waiting, for deaths grip.
A louder bang upon the door.
Announces that someone is worried.

A few minutes later, the door is open.
Your father kneeling beside you now.
But its too late, its what you wanted.
Death has come, and taken you from them.