The only way, so she thinks

All her dreams were lost and broken,
she has no more hope or faith to believe in.
She wants to die and leave this place,
she has no more dreams she needs to chase.

Cuts upon her wrists and tears in her eyes,
Wonders how much longer she will need to keep telling lies.
Hiding her pain deep within,
and everywhere she has been.

Broken friendships, suicide and depression,
Break downs and many questions.
All her hope is now an illusion,
Leaving her with nothing but confusion.

Not even sure if anyone really does care,
she needs to get away, but where?
She sits on her bed with a knife in her hand,
telling herself no one will understand.

There is a bottle of pills on the table,
wishing she would be more stable.
She puts the knife down and grabs the pills,
opens them up and she starts getting the chills.

She is scared at first,
and into tears she bursts.
She thinks it over once again,
telling herself her life is coming to an end.

She takes each pill one by one,
almost there, almost done.
Not satisfied yet, she grabs the knife,
cutting her wrist in attempt to take her life.

No more sorrow, no more pain,
nothing to lose, but something to gain.
She closes her eyes and slowly drifts away,
as she wondered why it has to be this way.

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