Suicide (an old poem)

She is limp and weak-she can hardly breathe.

In spite of her effort of standing her ground-

her legs shatter as she crumbles back down.

     

She lays there quiet-trying to muffle her cries-

trying hard not to remember her past and its lies.

She loses control-covering her eyes-

she writes a note and puts it by her side.

 

Her mother comes in a few minutes later,

to find her daughter covered in red.

She falls in agony-her eyes pass the note that laid still by her daughters side-

and with teary eyes she read:

   'Im not different..just FUCKED UP!

Do I look HAPPY NOW?'

 

The following day was the girls funeral-

everyone came,

family,relatives,and friends.

 

No one knew that her life would come to an end-

only the girl did.