Suicidal Girl

The blood was dripping
The soul was slipping
The mind was losing all control.
Her thoughts were set on her own beautiful death,
Waiting for the moment to be free.
She closed her eyes very softly
Waiting for the slow death.

The air was stiff
She couldn't breathe
She was ready for the moment.
Her skin cold
Her skin was numb
Her face was whiter than it could be.

She spoke her words
So dark and pure
As her mother lied next to her.
Face to face
Hand in hand
The tears flowed down
Like a waterfall.
"Mother I can't go on,
Living a life thats nothing to me
My meaning here is useless
If I continue to live
Then I am suffering
But if I die I am free."

And now it was time she felt it coming.
She felt her lungs beginning to tighten.
Her mother cried out for her to come back.
But now it was all just to late.