All her week
she'd been waiting for this.
All her life
had been leading up to this.
She ran the bath
that fateful night.
She made her bed
that fateful night.
She looked in the mirror
at her body once more.
She cried at the sight
which made her eyes sore.
Then she took the knife.
Carved words into her skin.
Looked in the mirror.
Imagined she was thin.
Her pale skin
damp from the tears.
Her twisted mind
erasing all fears.
Death was her
only option.
Life was no longer
an option,
She cut her skin in a way
which would surely kill her.
She lay in the bathtub
counting the seconds of life.
And as she left her nightmare
she smiled for once.
She realised that it was over
and she was surely dead.
