The beep rang out through
The room, piercing the silence.
The young girl's eyes were now blank,
No longer filled with kindness.
The zig zag on the monitor,
Became a flat line.
They looked up to the clock,
Searching for the time.
It read 3:56
For her time of death.
It was 3:56 when
She took her last breath.
The blood stained gloves came off,
And the the masks were pulled down.
The doctor stared at the girl,
His lips forming a frown.
Why couldn't he save her,
Like so many before?
Her life was cut short. For her,
There was so much more.
She didn't deserve it,
She was supposed to live long.
But he couldn't help her,
As death sang its song.
The mother felt numb,
As the words left the doctor's lips.
Her little girl had lost her life
At 3:56.
But the numbness didn't last long,
The mother was suddenly consumed in pain.
If only she could turn back time,
She would make all of it go away.
The sobs racked her body,
As she trembled and cried.
Her thoughts are overwhelmed,
With what ifs and whys.
She thought of her little girl's smile,
And the joy it held.
She wanted her daughter back,
But no one listened to her pleads and yells.
If only she could of
Said her goodbyes.
To kiss her baby's forehead,
And tell her everything was alright.
But everything wasn't alright,
Her baby was gone.
She should still be here,
This is all so wrong.
It was at 3:56
When that little girl died.
It was at 3:56
When a doctor questioned, why?
It was at 3:56
When a mother was left by her baby.
It was 3:56
When a mother still had hope and was praying.
But as the time passed,
That mother accepted that her baby was gone.
But she couldn't live in sorrow and pain alone.
She could only bare for so long.
So the mother looked up to the sky and said
"How could you take my child in such a cruel way?
To leave her bleeding on that bed?"
The mother had given up on trying.
She was tired of everything
And sick of crying.
She needed her baby back in her arms.
She didn't know how to cope
Only how to harm.
She didn't know if there was going to be tunnels of white.
Or if the movies were true
And she would see a light.
But she took the chance to be with her baby.
She didn't care that there was no guarantee
And this was all based on a maybe.
She counted down the time
And held a gun in her hand.
She brought it to her head and she knew she'd be fine.
The ticking of the clock was pounding through her ears.
Just a few more minutes
And everything would just disappear.
The clock read the time
And it was 3:56
And the mother knew it was time to say good-bye.
The gunshot was loud
And so was the thump
As she fell to the ground.
