A sad and lonely girl,
so young and in her prime had to face that it was the end of her time.
She was broken hearted with shattered dreams,
distraught visions followed by midnight screams.
Crying eyes and fake smiles,
day by day the ongoing miles.
Long term pain and blurred thoughts,
the burning images that she got.
The unbearable madness all within,
the psychotic images dosed with sin.
Shaking limbs, muscles tense,
quivering moans with every breath.

The tiny, fragile, little body,
so soft and tender with no body,
reaches for the brittle blade from her fathers morning shaves.
She closes the door right behind her,
stopping for a moment to ponder,
am I right?
Is this right?
And with one swift shift of her arm,
across the wrist to end all harm.
Reveals a cut so intense,
quickly coming to her sense.
Wishing the blade was somewhere safe instead of in her hand with her heart a race.
She’s saying goodbye to her life,
closing her eyes slowly and precise.
This soft little angel didn’t see,
the beauty that she held so serene.
She will never know her dreams and tears,
because of the pain bottled for years.