Now I lay me down to sleep,
crimson blood beings to seep.
Broken girl, lost and lonely soul,
praying the Lord will let her go.
"Dear Lord,
She prays on bended knees, take away this pain and misery.
Give me the strength to face the demons in my head, for life here on earth I'd rather be dead."
She grips the knife with a shaky hand, knowing who ever reads it will never understand.
On the second page of the S-Journal Times, a picture of a girl with bloodshot eyes.
And so the story reads:
"Young girl found dead, suicide was the cause. 22 years inside four walls, dysfunctional family, held back from the world. Memorial services will be held for this lost girl."
Reaching over she grabs a pen and begins to write her final message.
"To the few that supported me, I'll miss you so much, you truly showed me a strangers love.
To my family, I have nothing to say, turning your back on me brought me to this day. I hate you all equally, it feels really good to say. By hells gates I'll sit and patiently wait with a little grin on my face."
Bringing the blade closer to her skin, she closes her eyes, feeling it dig in. Slicing open the life she kept hidden deep inside. As tears escape her lifeless eyes.
Every passing second brings her closer to her last breath, feeling the devil tugging her soul out of her chest.
A heavy weight has been lifted or so it feels, her listless body lays there still, with shallow breaths these last few words roll off her lips.
"Now I'm dead, I'll never wake.
I pray the Lord my soul to take."
