she looks like a fighter
the brave face and the strong eyes
but little do they know
she prepared to die
sitting in her room
shes all alone
thinking of words to say
to her family. only her family.
She has the knife in her hands
the pills in the other
she tripled the dose
tripled the numbers
Goodbye, cruel world
as she slits just thrice
then she pops 3 pills in
pops that many twice
the words repeated flow through her dying head
as she stays displayed on the bed
the stain sinks into the zebra sheets
as her eyes sink into her skull.
the door flies open and weight falls on her bed
she feels a soothing hand brush her head
she hears a scream flow through the silence
and thats the last she remembers
once she is awaken, white floods the room
she hears a beep
she feels the needle
shes in the hospital.
a calm voice asks
what is your name child
and names flow through the cursed skull
whore
fat
bitch
slut
fag
nothing
Nothing
NOTHING
but she replies with four simple words
"It's Jenna, Just Jenna"
