As the beautiful young girl stared at her reflection,
She saw nothing close to perfection,
All of her flaws mocked her in her head,
This beautiful young girl wishes to be dead.
As the beautiful girl stared at the rope,
She said quietly to herself "I cannot cope"
All she wanted was for the pain to decrease,
Now the beautiful young girl hung on the rope swaying in peace....
As the beautiful young girl hung there dead,
Everyone thought she was lying in bed,
All of the girls worries escaped her brain,
As she swung in peace waiting for her grave.
-J.S.
