Suffocation

She sits there
she's thought about it
she's traced a line across the spot
but she mustn't
she knows she mustn't

She sits there still
her thoughts racing
filling her head
suffocating her mind
till she is breathing poison

She cannot fight
for she is weak
she cannot stop
as the feelings overpower her
she reaches for the weapon

It happens so fast
but yet slow motion takes its form
its too late now
there is no return
she watches her hand at work

she sits there, numb
she feels no pain
she feels nothing, empty
its better that way
now she can breathe again.