She lays on a pile of clothes
With tears racing down her face
She doesn't understand why she is this way
Why create a mistake?
She sobs into her favorite T- Shirt and screams as if it was it was to blame
Her body is the the board
While her mind plays the game
One move.
Two fingers down her throat
One up.
Stand on the chair and tie the rope
Two points for the girl with the voices in her head
Your not pretty enough just simply enough.
Go cut your wrist instead
Game over, The game is done
She played her last move
One down
She is gone.
