She sat there crying.
She decided her own fate.
Raising the knife,
And bringing it down.
Blood poured from her wrist,
And she screamed.
She has cried for the last time.
Her pain is falling on the floor.
No longer will they harm her.
No longer will they laugh.
She is her own woman now.
She's finally in control of her
wasted life.
They will mourn for her.
It's their turn to pay for their own
mistakes.
She watches her life slowly disappear.
And thinks, "It was a waste anyway."
And she giggles to herself.
Now look who has the last laugh.
