Ardently Written

Mirror

The person in front of me
She's such a disgrace to see
Purple bags under her eyes
From staying up thinking about their lies.
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Skin so light and pale
Weight getting closer to zero on the scale
Thin bony hands roll up the sleeves
Shivering as she felt the small winter breeze
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Scars lining everywhere on her wrists
Tracing over new ones as she hissed
Thinking about what they all said
"You'll be better off dead"
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She grabbed a pen and paper
Writing how she hoped someone would miss her
Even though she knew no one would
She just felt someone could
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She grabbed the rope and tied it to the ceiling fan
She hesitated but continued with the plan
She made a loop and tied a knot at the end
Tugging on it to make sure it could suspend
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She placed the chair under it and took a deep breath
Placing the loop around her neck and awaited her death
She smiled at herself and kicked the chair
Finally relieved from the pain she couldn't bare