She looked in the mirror
With tears in her eyes
While deep in her mind
She said her final goodbyes.
She picked up her razor
And tore out the blade
And took a deep breath
Before distracting her pain.
The wind whistled,
The lightning flashed,
And with one quick movement
She made another slash.
She heard the thunder roll
And watched the lights as they flicked,
And with another quick movement
She opened her wrist.
Her vision turned black
And she fell to the floor.
The distraction was not needed
anymore.
