Drowning Sorrows

Too far, too late,
Now mother's gone.
All alone she can't go on.
No one hears her heart scream out,
The beads of salt refuse to shout.

The anger builds and starts to cry,
The fury, fiery in her eyes.
It hurts too much to wake once more,
This will be the last time she'll close that bathroom door.
The child no longer fears to die.
So why should she live life a lie?

The pain is grabbing at her stomach,
Forcing sting into her heart.
The first cut, experimental..
Just to see if it would hurt.

The blood is addictive it feels so good.
It doesn't feel like dying should.
Her yurns of pain are for relief,
In these red rivers pours deep grief.

And the cold room around her,
Haunts with steam from her death-bed filled with water..
If mother knew she'd caused all this,
She never would have left her daughter.

Into the bath, she lays awake,
For one last breath she has to take.
She sinks into the water deep,
And slowly, softly, falls asleep.
Nothing will wake her from her slumber,
Worries won't bother her any longer.

The water dyes her brown hair red,
her little heartbeat -stone cold dead.

She will not carry on tomorrow,
For down the drain, she drowned her sorrow..