Suicide

Slowly, uncertainly, the razor slides across her skin
She considers the blood and life within
Finally deciding, she presses down,
And a small line of blood makes her frown

It wasn't hard, it didn't hurt, she thinks
So she does it again and again as her heart sinks
She is forgotten, nobody feels her pain-
She's kept it inside long enough to go slightly insane.

After a while, she wants something more-
Quietly, she sneaks past her parents' door.
To the cellar, where the drinks are stored,
She grabes all she can carry and curses the Lord.

Up to her bathroom, she opens a few
As she ponders what next to do
Her parents are unknowing and asleep,
She starts to wonder about death and begins to weep.

Grabbing the handle of a small door,
She finds pills and liquids galore.
Tylanol, Aleve, and Excedrine too,
She takes it all and drinks more too.

Then she lays down naked in her tub,
And starts to scrub-
Her cuts burn and the drugs numb her,
She grabs again her razor, and continues the procedure.

Blood stains her water as her eyes start to close,
She is at the end, this is the path she chose.
With only one last sip, her breath ends fast,
And anything living within is in the past.

The bottle drops, and so does her head,
Her parents find her the next morning, dead.
Her mother cries and her father frowns,
They finally realized they pushed her down.

At school, her friends are told she's gone,
They never knew that life treated her so wrong.
Let this be a lesson, to be kind today,
Because some people feel they have nothing more to say.