A suicide way

Sitting in a room full of paper.
she looks for a pen or a pencil.
the pain runs down her face.
the room is so cold.
like a buried coffin place.

her feet are black and blue.
turning purple in a case.
the papers are flowing down.
she finds a marker to write with.
it's the color of her eyes.

look, and her lips are shaded.
it's a blue color.
she starts writing down thoughts.
her anger gets to the paper.
more and more the lines.
the shades are wasted.

she's crying off her skin.
she's aching with pain.
she needs to begin.
she keeps on giving herself.
paper cuts, paper cuts

all she kept on doing.
all the time she was in there.
she couldn't stand the cold.
she didn't want to die the right way.
she wanted a suicide way.