Sweet Suicide

Contemplating Different Ways To Torture
Tears Stream Down Her Made Up Face
Anger And Pain Bubbling At The Surface
Plans Of Suicide In This Dreadful Place

She Runs Her Shaking Hands Along A Picture
A Damaged Butterfly With Wings Pink And Black
She Wanted To Fly Away, Even If Damaged
The One Dream She Ever Had Was That

Her Friends Used To Tell Her She Was Lucky
They Said Her Beauty Was Breath-Taking
But Every Time She Looked In A Mirror
She Only Saw Her Fragile Heart Breaking

She Wanted To Be Better Than Her Degrading Family
She Prayed, One Day, To Rise Above
She Needed To Forget About The Pain They Caused
She Wondered What It Was Like To Be Loved

Because All The Gifts They Were Buying Her
Weren't What She Was Missing At All
Her Family Gave Up On Her
And That's What Caused This Fall

Surrounding Herself With Rose-Scented Candles
And Incense That Bring Back Old Times
She Wants Her Destruction To Be Special
Suicide Is The Most Beautiful Of Crimes

The Flicker Of The Flame Shadows Her Eyes
Now Her Innocent Sky Blue Is As Dark As Night
With The Graceful Movement Of A Ballerina
She Goes Through The Sleeping House Without A Light

Down The Hall, To The Creaking, Wooden Stairs
She Reaches The Kitchen, Now Aware Of The Cold
Choosing A Knife, The Blade Reveals Her Reflection
The Year's Grief Has Caused Her To Appear Old

She Touches Right Above Her Cheek
Removing A Single, Forgotten Tear
Suddenly, Like Coming Out Of A Daze,
She Regains Her Pain And Fear

Upon Walking Back To Her Glowing Room
She Notices A Picture Disturbing Her Peace
Happiness, Life, And Love In The Photo
The Girl Starts Crying Tears That Had Ceased

Reaching Her Room In A Hurry, She Panics
So, Quickly, She Shuts And Locks The Door
Happy Childhood Memories Have Started To Come Back
She Wishes To Stop Them Before There Are More

First, She Glides The Blade Of The Knife
Just Slightly Skimming A Spot On Her Arm
Then She Pushes The Blade Deeper
Creating A Gorgeous Mark Of Bodily Harm

Mesmerized, She Watches The Blood Run Down Her Arm
The Clean Scent Makes Her Crave More
Again And Again, Recreating Her Masterpiece
Feeling The Sting Carry Straight To Her Core

The Already Smoky Air Of The Room
Is, Slowly, Losing It's Shine
And As I Flutter My Eyes Closed
I Let Go Of All That Was Mine…