I watch as the last drop of blood splashes onto the floor,
The last tear rolls down her face,
The last scar is made,
The last scream escapes her lips,
I watch as she takes her last step,
Writes her last letter,
Sings her last song,
Hears her last sound,
I remember her last smile,
It was so long ago,
Before she grew up,
And faced the pain of the world,
I remember the last time someone asked if she was okay,
As always she simply replied she was fine,
Then people stopped asking all together,
And it just made things worse.
I remember the last time she really talked to someone,
It's been a month,
It was about how sad she was in this hell she's living in,
That person left her after that.
I remember the last food she ate,
Its been a week,
She so skinny and sick,
How no one noticed is beyond me.
I watch as she grabs her last rope,
As she ties her last thing,
As she stands for the last time,
As her last words are whispered into the night,
As her last breath is cut short.
"I can't do this anymore."
JE LEEST
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