Suicide
-The Fearful Walker


She looks in the mirror.
Like so many time before.
Sick of the face before her.
Disgusted at the unchanging.
Disgusted at herself.
Finally it's taken a toll on her.
She's tired of it,
She's sick of it.

She's in this mold
and she can't break free.
She screams for help,
but they are all to deaf to hear.
She crys for attention,
but they couldn't care less.

She's made to be perfect.
And she can't make a flaw.
She makes good grades,
but she doesn't have a life.
She sits at home,
and works,
and studies,
and has no friends.

But her suffering will come to an end...
This night.
A kitchen knife.
Clean and gorgeous.
Her friend, her refuge, her solace.
One quick swipe, that's all it would take.
One quick swipe.
And blood flows free.
One more, and it could all be over.
One more.
And it pours from her veins.

Clang. As the knife tumbles to the ground.
Landing loudly on a tile floor.
Tears trickle from her eyes.
Never ceasing,
like the blood never stopping.
Suddenly a change of heart...
But wasn't it to late?
She quickly washes her wrists.
Wrapping them in cloth.

She may have been free for a moment.
But she's forever in chains now.
Two scars, always haunting her.
Reminding her of that day.
She has to wear sweaters and bracelets,
even when it isn't cold.

In attempts to free herself...
She only caged herself more.
Suicide.
Is not the anwser.