Kari's Drabbles

Girl With the Red Lines

Red lines on her wrists,
A suicide note in hand,
She can hardly stand,
Her eyes are lost in mist,

You know not her life,
Yet you judge by looks,
As if she is an open book,
But she goes through strife,

Of nothing seen before.
She cries every night,
When she can take no more,
When there is no light,

She reaches for a star,
But cannot reach it,
So all she does is sit,
Staring at it from afar,

The note is thrown away,
She wipes away her tears,
The knife has gone astray,
The pain of so many years,

Has finally made her see,
That she does not have to give up,
She just has to believe,
In her own luck,

Yet she still has the knife,
Making it penetrate her skin,
Again, she is starting to give in,
Wanting to take her own life,

Since no one is trying to stop her,
The note clenched in her grasp,
It will just go further and further,
Until someone gets to her fast,

And stops her from falling into despair,
And from pulling the trigger,
Stop being so bitter,
And keep her in your care.