she sat on her bed.
she stared at her wall,
her demons shouting in her head.
why are you still trying
they asked her with hatred in their voice,
I am not sure
she responded,
she had finally been broken.
why aren't you dead?
they asked,
and she responded,
I'm not sure
you should be
they told her,
making her believe them,
then I will be.
she replied,
she drug a blade across her vain,
and looked at the blood pouring out,
bye
she thought as she sat silent,
staring at the wall,
until it faded to black.
