My Suicidal Note Part Four

I see a girl…
She sits on her bed…
What a nice comfy bed….
What a nice room…
Her room is pink….
A beautiful baby pink…
Her border I shall say is checkered pink and white…
Her stuff is everywhere…
She shares a room with her sister…
She wishes she had her own room to herself…
But oh well…
Her guitar lays sprawled out on the floor…
She has her music on….
Just to soothe her…
She lays down and puts her head into her soft cuddly pillow…
Wishing she had someone laying beside her…
She curls up into her pink sheets….
And just lets out all of her tears…
But it’s not like anyone cares….
She cries for like an hour…
She gets some of her pain out…
She looks into her mirror and she sees her face…
Her ugly face….
Her eyes are red and puffy….
From crying so much….
Her head hurts also…
She has so many flaws it’s unbelievable…
She hates herself so much…
She hates her body…
Her eyes..
Her hair…
Just everything….
She even hates her life…
She gets up for a seconds….
She gets on her knees so she can reach for something under her bed….
She reaches for the box labeled pictures….
She picks it up and sits on her bed…
She looks through her pictures….
That brings some tears….
There sprawled out all over her bed….
Then she gets to her little box hidden inside the bigger box…
She opens it….
And guess what she sees…