Lost soon to be found

She looks in the mirror,
At what is staring back.
All she sees are the demons inside,
Theres only one way to react.

She takes the knife,
She brought up from the kitchen draw.
Her wrists are scabbed and scarred,
From the many attempts before.

This is my time, she says,
To her reflection in the mirror.
My time to shine,
I have no more fear.

My name will be well known,
For reasons so sad.
But I will be gone,
And they will all be so glad.

What goes on inside her head,
People will never understand.
All they will remember,
Are the cuts near her hands.

She brings the knife to her wrist,
And pulls it down her vein.
Her adrenaline running so hard,
She feels no pain.

She slides down the wall,
And rests on the ground.
This final position,
Its how she will be found.

This was her last resort,
Her last chance to be happy.
She didnt want to go through life,
When hers was so crappy.

A single tear runs down her face,
One last sign of sorrow.
It leaves a mark in her makeup,
For when she is found tomorrow.