Sadness and pain is all that she feels,
a trickle of blood runs down her heels.
"Why me?"
she cries out.
Nothing but darkness is what she sees.
A jolt of pain,
"Am I going insane?"
A trickle of blood on her wrists,
a knife she has clutched in her fist.
Darkness...
is all that she knows,
soon she will take a much needed doze.
One from which she shall not awake,
her life is what she was planning to take.
A trickle of tears on her cheeks,
soon her body would be filled with leaks.
Takeing the knife firmly in one hand,
she thought of a distant and far off land.
A land free from all the pain,
a place that is free of this horrible strain.
A stab of pain.
Another.
Another.
