Her Own Suicide

She is tired of being laughed at.
Alone in the corner is where she sat.
Thinking about good times didn't help because tears still came.
People only thought her life was just a game.
She goes to her bed and hugs her bear.
"Ha! Take her life? She wouldn't dare."
She looks at all the cuts on her arm.
They hurt so bad because she didn't do herself this harm.
Her tears wash away her black eye liner.
She is treated so bad and she is just a miner.
Memories give her those painful stings.
She feels so attached to unbreakable strings.
It feels like nobody cares for her.
She wonders where all the good people were.
She looks back at her life's past.
When she lost her parents, happiness drained fast.
In her room, sunlight fades.
Outside, her step family just parades.
They know she is miserable but that is what they want.
She tries to ignore every slur or taunt.
She looks at a photo album of her mom and dad.
The pictures are happy but only make her sad.
How can she feel this pain at a young age?
She is full of sadness but also of rage.
She goes to the kitchen for a drink.
She sits on the table and tries to think.
She gets up to hold a knife on the shelf.
She wanted to show she was strong enough to kill herself.
She put it down because now it was clear as a crystal.
She went to her step parents room and took the pistol.
Then she went into her room.
The last thing she herd was 2 clicks and a boom.