Her Plan Poem by Ray Hansell

In the darkness of her room
The place filled with gloom
The warm blood runs
From the slashes on her wrists
Tonight she decided
She just can't take it anymore
So she thought she would close life's door
The blood gushes out
Faster then she ever imagined
She feels weaker
She's finding it harder
To keep her eyes from closing
Soon she falls back onto the bed
The covers on the bed
Drenched in blood
This is how she planned it
Home, alone in all her despair
No one to stop her
Within minutes what she has done
Cannot be reversed
Her end came in a darkened room
For the first time since her birth
She is finally at peace


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