She walks out the door
hoping for a happy day
trying not to feel like such a wh**e
all she needs is a happy way
to hit the floor
wishing for the pills to succeed
she hopes it wont hurt
she feels no need
to always feel like dirt
taking the knife to her wrist
waiting for the blood
clenching her fist
watching the red flood
secure the rope
around her neck
acting like its a joke
she positions the chair on the deck
running out of breath.. because all she needed was some hope
