Contemplating Suicide...

Self destruction resulted by unworthy tears
Inside she wonders how one could be so broken
Weeping softly, sitting on the cold, tiled floor
She lifts her shaky hand as she locks the bathroom door
Curling herself into a tight little ball, separating herself from the evil world
To think, she used to stand so tall, sitting beside her blade, her life unfurled
The sound of footsteps travel through the air, the room spins as she cuts a line
A knock at the door, she shouts “go away, I’m fine!”
Footsteps pause, then slowly start to fade away
If only someone knew what to do or what to say
She’s so happy they force themselves to believe
No one asks about the hidden life under her sleeve
She can’t pretend she’s okay when she’s broken
Her pain she feels inside remains unspoken
Her secret life stays hidden by haunting fears
Self destruction resulted by unworthy tears
Contemplating committing suicide
She can no longer let her sorrow live inside
Days seem to be done before they start
Hiding her scars becomes an art
Throughout the passing weeks
She finds different pain releasing techniques
Shaking, shivering, sweat trickling down her brow
On her knees, gazing into her reflection, a teenage cow
One last look,  then shoves two fingers down her throat
Striving for what others call perfection, she calls it, acceptance
The saddened truth, she’ll never come to realize
Her true beauty is blocked through her misty eyes
Marveling at magazine models, singers, and celebrities
She softly whispers, “I wish to be anyone but me..”
The bathroom spins as she rises from the floor
So weak, she barely makes it to the bathroom door
Missing the  knob, she’s too weak to stand on her own
Grasping the full-length mirror, her dark world  no longer shown
Opening her eyes to discover, her left brow has a big bruised mark
She shivers, wondering how one’s world could suddenly grow so dark
Trembling, she sits up and slowly glances around her body of bones
Shards of mirror surround her, for the first time she really feels alone
Gazing down into the broken shards, her broken reflection
A truthful image of bleeding mascara, reflecting her imperfection
Screaming silent screams, she pleads for death to rescue her
Dreaming distraught dreams, of a final breath, no longer to suffer
This monster taking control over her thoughts
Mastering many suicidal plots
Evil portrays the image of food, laughter, family, and friends
In the world of darkness, even the best pretends
So how does she ever get better when failure is all she sees
How does anyone hear her, when she screams silent pleas
She’s on a one way path to self destruction
She silently wonders, how can one be so broken?

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