The Note

Sitting in her room
curled in a ball
tears racing down her face
leaning against the wall

memories going through her head
all alone inside
the pain killing her
and no where to hide

clutching to the note
says she was taking her life
she didn't want to do it
but she still grabbed the knife

maybe she could move on
get off to a clean start
but what about her tears?
what about her broken heart?

unwanted sitting on the floor
sitting there taking her last breath
on one to stop her
on one the to stop her painful death

motionless, in a pool of blood
she found a way to stop the pain
she left nothing behind
nothing but her note and a stain