Night

She's laying there on the floor,
She's staring at the ceiling,
She doesn't know what she should do,
Should she do her usual routine?
Or should she just walk away and face the pain?
She can't take life anymore,
There's nothing worth living for,
All she can think about is all the pain she is feeling,
She's so alone and she can't take the feeling anymore,
She gets up and goes to her desk,
She grabs her little chest,
She cherishes it much,
She opens it and there inside lies..
Her best friend she has ever had
Her blade...
This was her usual routine
She would take it out everynight
She would then make slits across her wrist to relive her pain,
She took it and clenched it tightly,
She thought to herself,
This will be the night i will cut deeper and finally leave this world,
She turned her radio up as loud as it could go,
Making sure her parents wouldn\'t be avle to hear her if she let out a cry or a scream of some sort,
She sat on the edge of her bed,
Held it tightly and brought it to her wrist,
She pressed down hard,
Harder than she has ever pressed down before,
She then did the same to the other arm,
The cuts were so deep blood was everywhere,
She could feel her body going numb,
She could feel the pain drifting away,
She could feel herself slipping away into the darkness,
Fianlly she was leaving this place,
She was leacing all the pain behind,
Everthing finally went dark
Because she had finally let go
And Died......