Death Must Be Easy.

The scars on her wrist;
tells a story.
of her life;
a story that no one will ever understand.

she sits there.
everyday;
wondering;
if todays the day;
that everything will end.

she feels invisible;
why does she even bother living?

her friends hate her.
they don't care about her;
they have "other" friends;
that are much cooler than her.

she hates sleeping;
because she see`s her haunting nightmare.

she doesn't see herself;
with a future.
everything was never right;
from the start.

is she one big mistake?
all the big smiles she pulls;
are fake.
who would have known?

everyday;
she goes through the same thing.
and ends up with another cut on her wrist.

she truly hates her life.
and wants to end it;
she has been pushed around for far too long;
its gotta come to an end.

why should she say goodbye to everyone?
they wouldn't even notice she was gone;
she cant take anymore of life.
if life is hard;
death must be easy.

she takes the largest knife
from the drawer.
and holds it up against her heart.

to put a stop to all the endless tears
and all the nothing-less years.

the knife jabs hear heart;
and she slowly closes her eyes.
she sees the haunting man
for one last time.

she hits the ground;
with a pool of blood around her;
she is finally free;
she has escaped life.
she is nothing.
but dead.

Manny
17.3.2007