Dead girl

She smiles to herself,
She felt the tears begin to form,
Just as the sun begins to dawn,
She looks down at her hands…she begins to shake,
She clasps a bottle in her hands she now begins to quake,
She sits on her chair,
She looks in the mirror she does stare,
This girl so pretty,
Yet full with pity,
The pills in her hand the gun at her feet and the knife on her lap,
She feels so empty as if there is a gap,
This girl so perfect and so pure,
She wanted to die of that she was sure,
She takes seven pills in one gulp they go down,
She finally shows her shattered frown,
She slits her wrist and watches the blood drop to the floor,
She stands up and unlocks her door,
The white carpet now so red,
The angels above know she is about to be dead,
Another wrist has been cut more blood spills to the floor,
Her head now spins from all the pills,
She drops to the floor,
As her mother walks in the door,
She lies on the red carpet and tiny tears of blood spill from her eyes,
She lies on the now red carpet as she slowly dies,
Her mother stands and begins to cry,
And watched her daughter slowly die,
Now all that is left is the dead girl lying on the red carpet with wide eyes,
Her mother stands and cries,
And looks down at her daughter,
No evidence is found,
No reason to which the girl frowned,
Blood flowing from her wrists,
Blood trickling out of her mouth,
Her unhappy eyes left wide open,
Left forever to shine…