The door had been locked,
music playing too loud for anyone to hear,
this is the day she faced,
everything she had come to fear.
she sat crying the floor,
a knife in her back, heart, and hand,
the note had been left on her dresser,
all the details carefully planned
soon she felt it piercing her arm,
ripping and tearing open her fragile skin,
tears ran down her face but she felt no pain,
only the release of all the pain within
she stared at the crimson fountains,
pouring from her wrists down to the floor,
she felt her pathetic life draining away,
she wouldn't have to suffer anymore
suddenly feeling even more helpless,
she collapses into a pile of her own blood
stained from head to toe,
she might as well have been lying in mud.
as a final tear, thick with mascara,
fell from her nearly lifeless face,
she realized that she no longer had to cry
in this hopeless world she finally found her place
so covered in blood and tears,
her ruined life came to its pitiful end,
she had nothing to live for,
not hope of a future, not one single friend
no one helped her that night,
not that they would have tried,
no one knew the all suffering she endured
or all the nights she broke down and cried
everything had been carefully hidden
almost as well as it had been planned
no one saw it coming or knew what happened,
until that night they found her, the knife in her hand.
