Last Breath Poem by Fallen Pixie

As she falls to the ground,
she replays the scene in her head like a movie.
She watches a girl walk into a room,
and stand there like a defensive little child.
As the girl raises her head, she sees
the other person in the room as well.
She braces herself for the blows of
the words she know will soon be thrown.
She looks up and she meets the
cold eyes of the other person.
The words start coming like knives
directed straight at her heart.
The flim flickers just a bit, for a part
that is to bad to remember.
As the fighting dies down the girl movie,
flees to safety.
As the movie scene flips to a bathroom,
the picture zooms in on the girl.
She is sitting on the floor with a sliver
gleaming razor, that is dotted with red blood.
As they zoom in on her wrists,
the blood is gushing from her veins.
The movie ends.
I am alone on the floor replaying
my last scene as I slowly take me
last breath…..