The yelling, the screaming, it never did cease.
She was in a realm of pure rivalry, with no chance of peace.
Her childhood involved neglect, her adolescence entailed contention.
With all this in mind, it was no wonder she turned to self-mutilation.
In a turn for the worse, she chose to turn to the blade,
And lose herself in cuts as her rationality continued to fade.
In an attempt to release inner frustration,
She would cut herself and relinquish all bottled-up tension.
Again and again, she would sigh sweet release,
As that razor glided over her wrist with the slightest of ease.
Little did she know, this was only the beginning.
Never did she expect to be so far from winning.
On one particular day, she made the mistake of looking in the mirror,
And, as she witnessed her own doing, she could not hold back ONE tear.
It was then that she realized SHE was the cause of her own pain,
And this realization led her to conclude she was living her life in vain.
They found her body hours later, her throat slit...
A pool of blood reflecting what she hated to admit.
In the end, we are ignorant if we think we could never be in her place,
Because realizing WE are our own enemies isn't so simple a reality to face.
