The Poison

She sits in her dark room with the lights shut off and only the moonlight is shinning through
everything is silent..
She pases back and forth with so much on her mind..she just can't seem to take the stress anymore..her fractured soul is what causes the incision on her wrists..but shes tired of that.. tired of blades and needles harming her skin..she wants something new..something that will last..
Her pain is so unsettling..she just wants to die..so she'll drink the poison and fall into an everlasting sleep..
She gazes at the bottle..a great curiosity builds in and she becomes lost in it..she just can't seem to look away..she says, "it's just you and me" and her lips form a slight grin.. her heart is racing, her head is spinning..she can't wait to slip away from this pain..shes so eager to taste her death
she takes the bottle and drinks the poison..she can feel it rushing down her insides..she lets the bottle go and it falls to the ground..shattering to pieces..she chokes..she can hardly breath..she falls and hits the floor..as she takes her last breath..her heart stops and is left without a beat..shes dead.