She looks in the mirror
and what does she see
just a sad and lonely girl
staring back at she.
Her hands are tired of giving
her eyes tired of crying.
Her mind tired of living
her heart tired of trying.
She tried to give her all
in more ways than one.
And felt that she would feel less pain,if her life on earth was done.
That night she came home, took off her shoes & hung up her coat
Took a pen and piece of paper
and wrote her final note.
And as she was looking down
at the bottle filled with fate
She heard a voice whisper to her
begging her to wait.
She turned her head slowly
to see this person clearer
but all she seemed to see
was her reflection in the mirror.
Author notes
It's never to late
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