Suicide Poem by India Wallace

She stands in the bathroom
Cold water dripping from her decaying form
Limp arms hanging with a deadening weight by her side
Now there is nowhere to hide

The pain has finally caught up with her
Dragging her down into the dark depths of oblivion
She thought she could out run it forever
But you can’t out run death

There is no strand of hope left to cling to
Nothing left to fight for
Nobody noticed the mask she wore, the pretense
Or what it hid

She picks up the blade for the last time
Turning it in her hands she wonders
If would ever have come to this
It someone had known the pain she felt
Would she still be standing here?
With this knife?
With all this fear?

Cutting the knife deep
Chiseling out the skin
Draining the crimson liquid
The poison in her blood

Staggering slightly
She moves to the wall
And writes a message
Her last words

Then quickly
So not to change her mind
She glides the knife

The light leaves her eyes
Black blood spills
The knife slips from the grasp of her frail hand
The sound echoing off the tiles
She sinks silently to the floor

She left them a message,
A message in her blood;
'This is my life
This is my suicide'