Her Story

Alone with her thoughts

Alone in her room

Little did she know

Her story would end soon

No more sadness

No more pain

No more purging

To stop the gain

She sees her body

She hates each mark

Can’t stand the sight

So she lays in the dark

She cries in the night

And finds her blade

She thinks of every

Mistake she’s made

She begins to think

She’s better off dead

The thought of being

Rushes through her head

She grabbed some pills

And a small red cup

She wanted to fall asleep

And never wake up

Empty the bottle

Down each pill

Soon she will be

Forever still

She was sad to go

But it was for the best

She got what she wanted

Eternal rest