She sits alone in a room
Only candels are lit
Unknown feelings crush her
She blinks away the tears
Is there a chance to save her?
In front of her
Lying on the floor
Is her enemy
Is her friend
Her face reflects off the knife's blade
She has a decision to make
To carry on in life
Or cut away the pain
She has but one choice
And one life
Everytime her hand reaches for the blade
She'd pull it back
Something was stopping her
Is she afraid of Death?
Does she really want to leave her family?
Memories play in her mind
Of good times
Of bad times
Happiness
Pain
Tick, tick, tick, tick
The clock was driving her crazy
No matter how much she begged
The ticking never stopped
Time never stops
One decision
One life
One chance
One knife
Her stare transfixed on the blade
One cut that's it
Then no more life
No more pain
She had one final decision
Had she made the right choice?
She sat there debating
As the blood trickled down
One final decision
Her fate was sealed
One minute's choice
Her pain was healed
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