The pain was brief, but it did not come from the knife she drew.... |
Nobody wanted her, there was nothing to stop her From doing what she was contemplating She thought out her options, which would be quickest She thought about how lonely her life had become She wondered if anyone would care if she died tonight She saw the way everyone looked at her, as if she were a freak They looked at her in disgust, someone they could never trust Why should her life even matter, it seemed so trivial She slowly took the pills from the cabinet She swallowed them all at once to ease her pain She took the blade to make a mark, the one that would take her life She cried in pain, though not from the knife She cried because her life was pathetic She just wanted it over, didn't want to feel the pain any longer She dried her tears on her sleve and slowly drew the knife across her wrists The pain was brief, it didn't even really hurt at all The blood dripped to the floor but she didn't see it The only thing she saw before complete darkness was her own refelction in the mirror She was a mess, makeup streaming down her face Her hair was in tangles but she didn't seem to care All that mattered to her was that her pain would be gone, that's all she cared No more tears shall come from her eyes No more feeling is left inside Her life is done, there's nothing beyond this place called earth There's no heaven and there is no hell The paramedics took her away the next morning There was much commotion afterwards See, there were people who cared, she just never realized There's always love and always someone who cares what you do to yourself Suicide is not the answer, it may not hurt you, but it will hurt someone |