Poetry

Suicide

No need to call anyone. She's just shedding a few tears. She'll get over it I swear.
But wait. What's that In her hands?
Call the ambulance, she has a bottle of pills.
Call the ambulance, she dosent want to be here.
Hurry hurry, she's writing a note.
She's grabbing a knife, someone save her life.
She opens the bottle, takes two at a time.
She takes the knife, drags it across her wrist.
She's bleeding out, someone help her.
One minuet goes by, now two now three. And she hits the floor.
It's too late now. She can't be saved. They pump her stomach, trying to get a pulse. But it's too late now, she's already gone. It's impossible to save her now.