The Finale.

A broken little girl lies crying inside.
Shedding crimson tears from the lining of her heart.
Linen and lace embroidered with a maze of spider webs.
Un-weaving from behind the seams.
And as the crimson falls upon her skin.
She prays to God to help her from this mess.
She digs her hole deeper and deeper every chance that she gets.
Burying herself in her lies.
Her pathetic excuses for the way that she is.
She's distraught from the pain.
Lost inside her four walls.
Equipped with a razor at hand, she tears her soul apart.
Silenced screams echoing inside of her ribs.
And all that she wants, is a perfect ending to this tragedy.
A finale that no one will forget.
But she will never come across one.
What's the point in trying?
And as her last tear falls upon her quivering legs.
She puts a bullet in her brain.
Engraves it there to stay.
Forgiving, but never forgetting.

© Jenna Elphick
June 4, 2006