Breathe One Last Time
You look at her,
what do you see?
Surrounded by people,
She's got everything under control.
She smiles and laughs,
and possibly waves when you pass.
Now look a little closer,
you may see things are grosser.
You can see scratches on her arms,
you hear her wimper in the bathroom stall.
You notice bags under her eyes.
You guess from sleepless nights.
You wonder if others have recognized,
you think she is petrified.
You notice she isn't in school for weeks,
you hear rumors from those who call her Freak.
She is being hospitolaized,
for having an unstable mind.
Nobody has any idea,
she's been dying inside.
She can no longer cry,
it's all been drained by her mind.
You begin to wonder is she's okay,
she wishes to lay in her grave.
Nobody notices a thing,
but you are worried beyond belief.
She comes back,
but acts a little flat.
Her bright eyes have turned grey,
she never has much to say.
You notice that she hasn't laughed,
you can almost see her mind set on death.
She screams at herself,
and cries silently because she doesn't want any help.
Her vision blurs,
her cheeks burn.
The knife stares as the voice talks,
she picks it up, prepared for the cold touch.
She places the blade to her arm,
slices, and feels the blood pouring out warmth.
She enjoys the pain and slices more,
blood staining the bathroom floor.
You look at your clock quick,
11:59, your heart races and you hear the final Tick.
Bells chime and midnight is on the clock,
you lay breathless; her heart has stopped.
